A town or two up the road, there is a shrine that I think of as “Jesus in a Box.” From the looks of things, the holy water there is very holy.
Painted topiaries add a whimsical note to the street, don’t they? They may well be the only topiaries in town, although I will admit that I did not do a complete inspection.
In my mind, this shrine is called Jesus in a Box, although I am almost positive that’s not really its official name. (I mean no disrespect; it’s just what it looks like to me.)
I’d only stopped in there once before, in my long-ago non-camera days, so it was about time that my camera and I paid a visit.
And so, there was Jesus and a cotton gin across the way, which I guess sort of sums things up around here.
St. Isidore Catholic Church
I heard a young man defend his decision to not become a fifth generation farmer: It’s too hard. When the rain doesn’t come on the right day, you’ve lost everything.
He’s a physical therapist instead.
The cotton ginning season begins in early October; in a good year, it takes six months to gin the crop. The lot at this gin was already empty by January, waiting for next year, which everyone hopes will be better.
PS – Want to learn about the ginning process?
Is this a thing?
Each of these Gulf Oil shacks has a boat parked next to it. I was poking around in the archive o’ photos the other night when I noticed this. I think I need to set out across the state (or even the country?) researching this to see if it IS a thing.
Both boats appear to have telephone poles sprouting out of them. What’s with that?
And on a sad note, the building in Slaton has been torn down.