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you can’t tell me there is no mystery
If you’ve been around this place for very long, you know that my mind sometimes connects (seemingly, usually, at random) my images with specific song lyrics. This time it was the line “you can’t tell me there is no mystery” from Bruce Cockburn.
This photo was made through a screened window on the back of the sad little trailer I’ve posted a couple of other photos of. Everything here is now and will forever be mysterious to me.
Bledsoe, Texas
photographed 4.23.2021
A dubious claim
Well, sure, the sign does say “open.” But there is not one single other indication that this is indeed the case. (For example, there’s this photo of the back of the place.)
Bledsoe, Texas
photographed 4.23.2021
Time is a cruel master
Obviously – since there are no tires or anything – it’s been a minute since this travel trailer traveled anywhere.
Unless you count its current route toward destruction as a trip.
Bledsoe, Texas
photographed 4.23.2021
Collapse
Out here in this part of Texas, a lot of things collapse. This old, fallen-down grain elevator is but one example.
Lehman, Texas
photographed 4.23.2021
Burned Out
I am not sure what this used to be. Maybe it was a restaurant? Or maybe someone’s house?
I am sure that there’d been a fire here. I am like an arson investigator: I see charred wood on a structure and can instantly determine that there’s been a fire. Maybe you didn’t realize that I was so vastly talented.
Hays County, Texas
photographed 4.18.2021
One Day | One Image 