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José, 1958
On one corner of this cemetery, there was a huge black marble marker. It was taller than me and I am sure they needed a sizeable crane to lift it into place. I didn’t photograph it.
But this tiny marker? I loved it.
Springlake, Texas
photographed 11.12.2021
Leftovers
The silvery mylar on the out-of-business store made me feel like I was a foil-wrapped leftover. I know: my mind *is* very random, but don’t even act like you just now noticed.
Olton, Texas
photographed 11.12.2021
En Suite
Here’s another abandoned farmhouse – you can see another view of it here – and it was pretty fancy back in its day, which you can clearly imagine by looking at the en suite bathroom. (“En suite” is a term I never, ever, would use in regular conversation, but it came to mind when I looked through the window and saw that sink way over there on the bathroom wall.)
Deaf Smith County, Texas
photographed 11.13.2021
The Way Alice Left It
Based on the refrigerator magnets still in place at this abandoned farmhouse, a woman named Alice once lived here. I don’t know when she left, or why. All I know is that the house was full of what her life had been.
Deaf Smith County, Texas
photographed 11.12.2021
Outta the Creek
My guess is that the author of this sign was not referring to literal pigs, or a literal creek. Or literal water, for that matter.
Wildorado, Texas
photographed 10.9.2021
One Day | One Image 