Here’s my confession: I didn’t even SEE the moon when I made the picture. I didn’t notice it until I was in Lightroom, looking for and erasing a few dust spots. And even then, I thought it was just a giant hunk of dust stuck on the sensor.
It’s a shame that I am not nearly as observant as I believe myself to be.
I have an endless fascination for the things that get left behind when a place is abandoned. It started in Floydada, Texas, when I spotted a single spatula left in an out-of-business hamburger stand, and I haven’t gotten over it yet. I understand that maybe the last people who lived here didn’t really mean to abandon the place, but a sofa? Or an electric skillet, a cooler, some jars, and all the other stuff that I couldn’t see well enough to identify?
The sign was correct: the place is indeed located on a corner. But not the best corner, I guess, since the store’s been out of business for a while now. The actual corner remains: go straight and you’ll end up in Eden and if you go right, you’ll be in Brady. Fun fact: both of those towns use Bulldogs as their mascot. But don’t you sort of, just a little bit, want Eden’s mascot to be the Fig Leaves?