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An unsecured location
The front door of our country home.
Or, to be accurate, what’s left of the front door of a hut on some land we’ve got out in the country. The hut came with the place, and has been in the process of falling down for a decade. There’s a hole in the roof now, so I don’t image it will make it through many more winters.
You can see other shots of the hut here and here and here and here.
Yellowhouse Canyon
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 3.27.2016
Thanks to help from Andy Hooker, I was able to restore the function that will enable viewers to click on the image to see a larger version. Try it out!
The Morning Windows
This building’s been vacant for a while, which is a shame. The morning sun coming through the windows illuminates a sad state: the roof’s collapsed (or is collapsing). There’s probably no going back now.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 3.26.2016
Two of these things are not like the others
I’ve been through Sweetwater a few hundred times. I’ve gone downtown maybe five times.
And, one time I actually got out and walked around. That’s when I saw these bars across an opening left over when a business went away.
It was worth the (short) investment of my time.
Sweetwater, Texas
photographed 3.20.2016
I miss you like I miss the flowers in bloom
Today’s the last day of my self-assigned lyrics-as-titles experiment. Thanks for your patience!
The way the openings in this old place lined up was what caught my eye. It made me sad, the way the roof’s gone, the weeds are taking over, the plaster’s peeling away: it was a lonely scene.
So, here’s a lonely song.
Marathon, Texas
photographed 7.10.2015
adds up to a bunch of nothing
There’s a lot going on here, but also not much is happening. It’s my favorite thing to find.
Today’s Bruce Cockburn lyric comes from his song “Someone I Used to Love”.
Valentine, Texas
photographed 8.16.2013
