My granddaughter, the fabulous Miss Hannah Harvey, turns 13 years old today. Yay!
A few weeks ago, she and I took ourselves on a Big Adventure, which included a stop at a coffee shop; a drive to Abernathy, Texas, to make some photos*; and a picnic lunch of fried rice. It was an excellent day. Among the many interesting things we spotted in Abernathy was this row of theater seats on a sidewalk. Hannah spotted the 13 right away, of course. (And don’t tell her, but part of her birthday present is a print of this photo.)
*Yes! She’s a photographer and even has a “real” camera, a starter-level Nikon.
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?