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Perils of outdoor seating
These old fiberglass chairs have taken on a bit of water; I hope they don’t turn into mosquito-breeding tanks.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.20.2016
Beverage Station
Sometimes, you can just tell by the name of the place that there was some sort of drama involved. Like this café I went to in San Antonio – The Original Blanco Café. I was hoping the inclusion of “original” in the name was a veiled reference to some sort of acrimonious split, but a glance at Google seems to indicate that this is the first of two or three other locations of the same restaurant.
So much for drama.
Unless you want to count the lovely drama of the beverage station, with the bucket of lemons, the framed photograph on the wall, and the stacks of glasses.
The Original Blanco Café
San Antonio, Texas
photographed 5.21.2016
No, this can’t be good.
Whatever is going on, I blame on the guy in the tie-dye shirt. You can just tell he’s up to no good.
Sweetwater, Texas
photographed 3.20.2016
Intersection
I really do like brick streets: they have more character than asphalt paving. Also, they provide some helpful leading lines in this shot of yet another abandoned gas station.
(Don’t worry if you’re driving through Olney and are low on fuel: there’s a Shell station over on the main road.)
Olney, Texas
photographed 5.9.2016
The rectangles and I are very happy together
Well, that is we were very happy together. Then I went away to take a photography class and we – the rectangles and I – broke up. Things just weren’t working out between us, and it seemed like the right thing to do. We may get back together, sometime. But for now, we need some time apart.
So, when you come back tomorrow, there’s a chance you may notice a slight variation on the sorts of images you may have come to expect to see here.
San Antonio, Texas
photographed 5.21.16
One Day | One Image 