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“I am very fond of the out-of-business sign on the door, and the way it takes on a sort of beat-poet vibe,” the photographer said as she snapped her fingers and yearned for a beret.
Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 12.20.2017
Fancy Ketchup
After a trip to Nebraska, my friend Andy wrote the first two lines of a poem about the state:
God bless Nebraska, where everyone is nice.
God bless Nebraska, where ketchup is a spice.
What I don’t know is if Nebraska has actual Fancy Ketchup, the way this recently-departed Dairy Queen did.
Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 12.20.2017
Thank You, Thank You
It’s easy to lament, the way I did yesterday, the loss of a local institution. However, I can say with absolute certainty that I wouldn’t have stopped to make photos of a still-in-business Dairy Queen. So there’s that.
Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 12.20.2017
by the gifts of the citizens
About five or six times a year, I head over to Crosbyton, Texas, for a meeting. About four or five times a year, I somehow overlook grabbing my camera before I leave. This time, though, not only did I have my camera, but I got to town a little early and had time to circle the block to get this shot.
I’d say it’s been a while since the citizens of Crosbyton donated “gifts” that resulted in this mural.
It’s also been a while since there was passenger train service in Crosbyton, so the depot depicted here (I guess) represents the artist’s nostalgia over bygone days when one could catch a train to…somewhere. The Texas Historical Society has this to say about trains, “On April 10, 1911, the first train left on the Crosbyton-South Plains Railroad.” No word on where it was going, if it ever came back, if there were any subsequent departures.
Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 10.21.2013
One Day | One Image 