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Signs of the Times
Two years ago, signs like this wouldn’t have made the least bit of sense. One year ago, they would have been outside in the restaurant parking lot so people knew where to part for their to-go order to be brought out to them.
It’s nice to see them relegated to the restroom hallway this year. And think how nice it’ll be when they are gone completely.
Roswell, New Mexico
photographed 4.23.2021
Sky-Claw
The desert has a certain scratchy quality that I rather like…as long as the scratchy stuff doesn’t, you know, scratch ME.
Chaves County, New Mexico
photographed 5.27.2021
you can’t tell me there is no mystery
If you’ve been around this place for very long, you know that my mind sometimes connects (seemingly, usually, at random) my images with specific song lyrics. This time it was the line “you can’t tell me there is no mystery” from Bruce Cockburn.
This photo was made through a screened window on the back of the sad little trailer I’ve posted a couple of other photos of. Everything here is now and will forever be mysterious to me.
Bledsoe, Texas
photographed 4.23.2021
A dubious claim
Well, sure, the sign does say “open.” But there is not one single other indication that this is indeed the case. (For example, there’s this photo of the back of the place.)
Bledsoe, Texas
photographed 4.23.2021
Time is a cruel master
Obviously – since there are no tires or anything – it’s been a minute since this travel trailer traveled anywhere.
Unless you count its current route toward destruction as a trip.
Bledsoe, Texas
photographed 4.23.2021
One Day | One Image 