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Rocks of ages
The Goodwill Baptist Church is in the same block as St. Annie’s AME Church.
Naturally, I noticed all these rectangles on the side of the church – you know how much I like to find rectangles! – but in this particular case, I am actually more interested in those two rocks, leaning against the air conditioner. They look like tiny headstones. They look as though they were placed there on purpose. They look like mirror images of each other.
Austin, Texas
photographed 4.12.2014
St. Annie’s
This is St. Annie’s African Methodist Episcopal Church. I first saw it a couple of months ago when I stayed at an off-the-beaten-path house in the South Congress neighborhood in Austin. When I was once again in Austin I made some time to go look at it again and take some photographs. This building’s been here since 1915, and it’s still an active church – you can go to their website for additional information.
West Annie Street
Austin, Texas
photographed 4.12.14
Trash day
Yes, it’s true: I will take a picture of anything. (As long as it meets certain criteria that I generally find hard to articulate.)
These trash bins met that standard. I liked how they were almost perfectly spaced and I liked how they tilted down the street to the little bridge over East Bouldin Creek.
But, really: trash bins?
West Annie Street
Austin, Texas
photographed 4.12.2014
Fat letters
I used to be a calligrapher, and actually spent quite a bit of time studying different lettering styles. Because I also used to be a drafter (or draftsman, or draftsperson) and once had a job where we had to fill up any empty time by practicing lettering, calligraphy came pretty easy to me. There were some styles I couldn’t learn (like Copperplate), some that were too much trouble (Blackletter), and some I really did enjoy (like the sample below, of something I actually did.)
But this fat-letter style wasn’t one I learned. Which is a shame since the field of graffiti seems to have outlived the field of calligraphy.
Austin, Texas
photographed 4.12.2014
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
One Day | One Image 