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(a short story)
After her mother finally died, Muriel decided it was time to learn how to play pool.*
Alpine, Texas
photographed 3.24.2021
*A short story. I didn’t actually, you know, talk to the pool players.
Niño Tomás
A tiny hand-made concrete marker where niño Tomás lies. And behind him, someone else’s wood cross has fallen to the ground.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 3.26.2021
Behind the Legion Post
No surprise here: I walked around the back of the American Legion to see whatever I could see. And I found a little array of chairs and a nice tree shadow. It was worth the 142* extra steps.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 12.23.2018
*Estimated amount. I actually have no idea.
Stop at Cow Dog
The stop sign’s shadow adds a subliminal message, maybe, to the front of the food truck.
On a side note, I did not eat there, but only because it was closed.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 12.23.2018
Pipe rail gate, almost invisible
A sliver of a pipe-rail gate anchors the desert, while clouds slowly build.
But it doesn’t rain.
near Alpine, Texas
photographed 7.10.2015
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