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In spite of everything, they maintained an open-door policy
Our weekend place.
Sort of. It’s a place we call The Hut that came with a place we’ve got in the country. It’s not in good repair, as you can easily see, and one of these days it’ll fall all the way down. Until then, though, I’ll photograph it as I think of it. (Like here. And here. And here. And here. And here. And here. And here.)
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 5.20.2018
Window: destruction
Somewhere along the way, the big windows on the front of the old school building were filled in with glass block. Naturally, I looked through the broken one, and spotted an adobe wall on the far side. I enjoyed the differences in textures.
Causey, New Mexico
photographed 3.30.2018
The graffiti houses of Portales: Coupe de Grâce
Another dead elm tree delivers the coup de grâce to an abandoned farmhouse. The only difference here is that this particular house has been decorated, for reasons that I can’t know.*
near Portales, New Mexico
photographed 3.30.2018
*My little granddaughter, Bennett, used to say “I can’t know.” when she really meant she didn’t know. It was a sad day when she moved on from that, but I’ve decided to carry the “I can’t know” torch for her.
The graffiti houses of Portales: Faith
Sometimes, I just don’t think anything I can say would add to the photo.
This is one of those times.
near Portales, New Mexico
photographed 3.30.2018
Why we can’t have nice things
Don’t. Just don’t. Don’t turn the sofa over. Don’t leave your beer can on the counter. Don’t leave all that trash on the floor.
And don’t leave the curtains open so photographers can look inside.*
Causey, New Mexico
photographed 3.30.2018
*For the record, I only look inside places I am sure are vacant.
One Day | One Image 