I was mostly just turning down any available road, without any real purpose or direction. And also without any real concept of where, exactly, I was. But there was a cemetery, so of course I stopped.
I had a weird feeling, like I’d been there before.
And you know why? Because in 2009, on a similar day of wandering (with my dear friend Carlos), we’d found this exact spot. And I posted this photo on my blog, which was all of 220 days old at the time.*
Hays County, Texas
*I’d link to that first blog, but there’s no reason for any of us to have to endure that particular horror. You’re welcome.
Here’s one more burnt book. I love that the word “derision” is almost the only legible word. I love the texture that the wet book took on as it dried. But mostly, I love that it reminds me of a chrysanthemum in full bloom. If, you know, chrysanthemums were made of paper and were charred and wet from a fire and were in black and white.
Here’s something interesting I discovered on my walkabout the other day in downtown Littlefield.
On a side note, there was a woman (and her barky Chihuahua) who kept a very close eye on my activities. I tried to speak to her, but I guess she didn’t hear me because I didn’t get a reply. And I saw her out of the corner of my eye a few times. Must have been her day to watch for random people from out of town.