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Refrigerated Products
My weekend plans were this:
1. Go to Austin.
2. Attend a Bruce Cockburn concert on Friday.
3. Spend Saturday taking pictures of stuff (to use a highly technical term).
4. Go home.
All four items were accomplished. Item 2, the concert, was excellent. Item 3, photographing stuff, resulted in this shot (and a few hundred more).
This store is for sale, so if you are looking for a roadside-commerce-based opportunity in the Volente, Texas, area, this might be a good opportunity. And, if you are thinking of selling refrigerated products at your roadside commerce location, maybe you can negotiate this cooler as part of the deal. But leave room in the budget for some work on that ceiling…
Volente, Texas
photographed 3.9.13
It all falls down…or gets bulldozed
Even though this church’s website doesn’t mention any sort of building demolition, but the reflection in the front door indicates that something is going on here.
The day I stopped by, there was demolition going on across the street, and now I wonder someone working on that project backed a bulldozer into the corner of this building. I’d say a return visit is in order – I’ll let you know what I find.
5th and Ave. U
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 3.2.2013
Maybe an altar
It’s been a while since any roofing business was conducted here, at the Adolph Roofing Company, on the corner of 8th Street and Texas Avenue. One of the big windows on the front is boarded up. The vinyl blinds on the other one are in a yellowed heap on one side. There’s still a mailbox, though, but it’s thick with accumulated dirt and pigeon droppings.
Inside the building – this scene, which for some reason makes me think of the church in Terlingua.
Maybe it’s the table along the far wall, giving the effect of an altar? Or the bright, beckoning light coming from those windows? Or maybe it’s just me. (You’re right: it’s just me. Forget I brought it up.)
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 3.2.13
It’s empty, but sort of elegant. In a way.
An empty building in downtown Lubbock.
photographed 3.2.13
Nuisances
I once had a job where it was not at all uncommon for the men to just be not there on Friday afternoons. Because they were playing golf.
As part of our run-up to raising hell about this practice my co-worker (let’s call her Lesli) and I decided that we should first take golf lessons. And, further, we decided to talk about our golf lessons all the time, in front of the boys’ club of golfers. That would, we reckoned, make our exclusion from the group even more noticeable, and even those self-absorbed idiots would figure it out and we could look forward to golfing on Fridays.
The part of the plan that we failed to account for was this: we didn’t really like those guys (I mentioned, didn’t I, that they were self-absorbed idiots?) and spending an afternoon on the course with them was far worse than spending an afternoon at work while they were golfing.
But, there’s this: Lesli decided that our personal goal for our golfing career should be to “suck consistently.” And I am proud to report that we are now able, through diligent practice, to achieve that goal.
There’s also this: neither of us still work at that place. We are much better off.
Abandoned Miniature Golf Course
Slaton, Texas
photographed 2.16.2013
