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The ghost of what once was
This wall beside a parking lot tells a story about what used to be here, before asphalt rectangles with space numbers painted in yellow were more valuable than buildings.
Speaking of rectangles: kind of a lot of them here, aren’t there?
Austin, Texas
photographed 5.11.2013
In triplicate
Well, I suppose if one stairstep-plus-an-arch facade is good, then three of them must be even better. Right?
If you keep on going past these triplets, and turn left at the end of the street, you’ll be on highway 207. Keep going long enough and you’ll end up in Silverton, Texas. Which should not be confused with Silverton, Colorado. Or Silverton, Oregon. Just to clarify.
Floydada, Texas
photographed 1.31.2014
The desolation of the genre
I never saw this place before it was ruins, so I don’t know what it used to be. Maybe a small motel? A roadhouse? A private residence?
Whatever it was, it’s got a lot of company. Just a little ways down the road is this abandoned motel , and back in the other direction is what’s left of the Hi-Way Cafe.
Roadside businesses seem to have fallen on hard times.
near Marfa, Texas
photographed 8.16.2013
The anonymous church
You’ll have to take my word for that this place was a church; I base my opinion on the three large crosses on the side of the building that you can’t see in this photo. There wasn’t a sign anywhere around, and the map of Slaton, which notes quite a few other churches in the neighborhood, doesn’t say what this place is.
My usual route into town was blocked by a train, so I took the road next to the tracks, and when the pavement ended, I turned toward town and found a way that brought me to a part I’d never seen before. There’s a very good chance that you’ll see more shots from this neighborhood over the next few days….
Slaton, Texas
photographed 1.25.2014
Satellite
I spend around an hour and half every day in my car, driving back and forth to work. I listen to the radio* all the time. I have a lot of random lyrics stuck in my head.
Sometimes those lyrics pop up when I am not expecting them. Like when I saw this house and its four satellite dishes, and there was Dave Matthews in my head, singing:
Satellite dish in my yard
Tell me more, tell me more
Who’s the king of your Satellite Castle?
If you want this song in YOUR head (and who wouldn’t want that, really?), here’s a handy link.
Slaton, Texas
photographed 1.25.2014
*This is neither here nor there (probably), but I listen to satellite radio.
