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I was embarking upon a 280-mile drive the other morning. And I made it all of 27 miles from my house before I was compelled to exit the highway and make a series of turns to get back around to photograph this place. And the thing is, I’d already driven by it a thousand times (estimated) and never even noticed it. Until I did. And of course, once I saw it, I had no option but to photograph it.
Road trips with me are time-inefficient, but just rich in frequent stops.
Tahoka, Texas
photographed 6.11.2021
narrow path forward
There’s not a single thing here that says “welcome”…yet I stopped anyway. I had to.
(I mean that literally – we’d spotted this place a month earlier, on the way back home from a weekend trip with some friends but we drove right on by. But I didn’t forget it. I couldn’t forget it. So I did what I had to do.)
Chaves County, New Mexico
photographed 5.23.2021
our faded love
You all know by now, I imagine, that it’s not uncommon for random song lyrics to land in my head when I am making photos. This time it was an old Bob Wills song, only redone by my friend Terri Hendrix, that took root.
Temple, Texas
photographed 7.17.2021
Scallops
This old and vacant building had perhaps the best awning I’ve seen in my many years of awning observation.
Temple, Texas
photographed 7.17.2021
Membership Rates (may be negotiable)
I’m just guessing, using many context clues, that those posted membership rates could be negotiable.
(I used to have a job that was awful for many, many reasons. One of the reasons was the sexist boss, who would take the male employees out golfing on a routine basis. The women? Nope. We never got invited. My work friend and I decided to address the issue by taking golf lessons, talking about it all the time at work, and acting as though we actually liked golf. We thought that might shift the balance a little bit. It did, too, only not quite the way we’d anticipated: she got transferred out of state and I got fired. But anyway, along about that same time, my son and I played at this little course several times. My son is hilarious and so our golf games were…uh…unorthodox. And we had a hell of a good time, more fun that was ever possible if I’d to play with that sexist boss and his enablers. So things worked out.) (Also, right after I got fired from that job – which I didn’t even like – I landed my current job, which is the best job I’ve ever had. So, again, things worked out.)
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 6.20.2021
One Day | One Image 