I was in Brownfield, Texas, on a Sunday morning, doing my thing – checking out stuff downtown. I found the vacant movie theater, and shot a photo through a broken window to get the interior. Then I turned around, and let my gaze track across the marquee that jutted over the sidewalk. Two-thirds of the way across it, I saw this cat, just chilling in the joists. I was a lot less chill when I spotted her, but after I got over the initial surprise, I laughed. Then I made a photo.
At least it wasn’t a crazed killer lurking up there…
The second in a series that ponders the question, “How do we know what is real?”
It is the county seat, so maybe you’d expect some commerce or something.
But you might be setting yourself up for disappointment.
On the other hand, the area is experiencing a boom from oil drilling in the areas once thought un-drillable, so it will be interesting to see how much of the boom money stays around in towns like Brownfield.
West Main Street