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reflection v. reality
Can you tell if this is stuff I saw looking through the window? Or what was reflected in it? Or both?
(Hint: it’s both.)
Allmon, Texas
photographed 2.3.2024
fringes
Fringes of a band of rain moving through west of where I was.
Fringes of metal on the sides of an abandoned cotton gin.
Allmon, Texas
photographed 2.3.2024
another see-through house
My favorite thing when I photograph these abandoned farmhouses is when I can see all the way through them. I can’t explain that attraction, but I guess it isn’t any weirder than anything else I like to photograph…
Crosby County, Texas
photographed 2.3.2024
in a dusty climate
I am sure my late mother-in-law thought I was a terrible housekeeper*. But I am also sure she didn’t understand living in a dusty climate and the way the damn dust just filters in and lands on everything, despite your best efforts.
(To clarify: this isn’t my house.)
Morton, Texas
photographed 1.26.2024
*Naturally, the blame (or whatever) fell on me. Not on my husband. That was How Things Were. Additional examples can be provided upon request.
the damp crept in
I mean, the damp didn’t so much creep in as it just let itself fall right in through the holes in the roof and the broken windows. It just sounds fancier to say it crept in….
Morton, Texas
photographed 1.26.2024
