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The edge of Earth
My cousins lived in Earth, so you can only imagine that they heard every single ridiculous joke about their town’s name. At our house, when it was time to go up there for a visit, my dad would say we were “going to Earth.” It never got old. (Although it probably should have, at some point!)
These days there’s not much left in Earth. My cousins all moved away, and I can assume that most of their classmates did, too. There’s just not much going on around Earth these days. The Dairy Queen is closed, and so is this service station, out on the edge of Earth, along the highway to Springlake.
It’s not a new story.
Earth, Texas
photographed 5.24.2013
One particular afternoon
A few days later, the season’s first snow would fall.
But on this afternoon, it rained. It was a cold rain, and lasted longer than the normal afternoon showers. After the rain, and some fog, the clouds started to break up. By then it was late afternoon, and a walk around town before dinner seemed like a fine idea. The tourist train had departed for the day, taking most of the town’s visitors with it. The cinders on the unpaved streets had a nice crunchy sound under our feet. The late sun was catching the slopes of yellow where the aspen leaves were turning. The scent of woodsmoke hung over a few houses. The wooden footbridges over the unfortunately-named Cement Creek were slick from rain.
And, over at the Masonic Lodge, the signs over the door were broken.
Silverton, Colorado
photographed 9.20.2009
One detail spoiled everything
You knew this: that I almost never take photos of new buildings. I like old ones better.
But, when you are walking around downtown Dallas with your friend (we’ll call him “Carlos” but only because that’s his name), there’s a lot more new stuff to look at than anything else.
This place, then. I am very fond of the glass blocks, lined up like huge ice cubes. I like the way the light reflects off the column on the right into the window, making a lighter rectangle on top of everything. I like the long shadow, the way it angles down, goes straight across the wall, and then angles down again; that’s a very nice shadow line.
But what I saw when I took the picture and can’t bring myself to un-see is that duplex outlet, right there in plain sight. Why, architect of this building, did you let that happen? I want to believe that you knew how that reflected light would work, how the shadow’s angles would be so appealing, that you’d thought about all of it and made very sound design decisions. But a wall outlet? That was the very best place to put an outlet? You’re sure, architect of this building?
Dallas, Texas
photographed 3.19.2011
A two bulb fixture
Corrugated metal. Weathered wood. An sun-lit weed. Conduit nestled into the valleys of the metal. A peeling sign. A partially-boarded window.
And presiding over it all – a two bulb fixture. (To be correct, I guess it’s a ZERO bulb fixture, but you know what I mean.)
Santa Rosa, New Mexico
photographed 9.21.2013
My dilemma
Usually, I don’t even think about it – I just know that whatever I am posting is going to be in black and white. Every now and then, though, a photo will demand to be in color, so that’s the way I post it.
This one, though, has been difficult to reason with. It wants it both ways, and honestly, I see its point. The color one is nice, with the lavender and cream and green and blue. But the other one’s got texture everywhere. I can’t decide.
Opinions/comments/votes are welcome.
Puerto de Luna, New Mexico
photographed 9.21.2013
