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Boston Terriers (in Texas)
Yes, I am fully aware that it would take only a handful of online minutes to learn why, exactly, the small town of Floydada, Texas, is home to the Boston Terrier Museum. And usually, that’s the sort of information I’d happily post right here.
But I think I don’t want to know. I think I want to imagine the sort of little granny (whom I totally believe had an underbite) started the place and has cared for it lovingly all these years. I think her name is Pearl, maybe, or Opal, or Mabel. And she generally wears white dresses with a black cardigan sweater draped over her shoulders.
The museum is currently open only by appointment, but the more I think about it, the more I think making an appointment and going back up there would be worth the trip: just thinking about their gift shop makes me feel a little lightheaded.
Floydada, Texas
photographed 11.21.2021
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Things move slowly around here – there’s almost no change to this old place in the five years between photos..
Floydada, Texas
photographed 3.25.2017
Spatula
One of the great mysteries that I encounter every time I peek through a dirty window into an abandoned business is what sorts of things were left behind.
A spatula, this time. And a heat lamp.
Did someone intend to come back and get the rest of their things? Or did they just say fuck it and walk away from their failed business, hoping that maybe on another day in another town, they’d get a new spatula.
Floydada, Texas
photographed 3.25.2017
The sign will guide us
If you’re like me, it’s hard to see a 100 mile round trip for a 30 minute meeting as a waste of time. The way I see it, it’s kind of nice, actually, that the meeting was short enough so that there was plenty of photography time left over before I had to head back.
That’s what happened the day I took this one. My meeting with the county judge* was short so I was able to see the town, including this old sign, past its prime but still standing, proudly and vacantly.
Floydada, Texas
photographed 3.9.2012
*A few days after I wrote this I realized that it sounded like I was meeting with the judge to get out of a speeding ticket or to post bail or something like that. It was actually a meeting for work – the judge is on our board of directors. I am sticking with that story.
In triplicate
Well, I suppose if one stairstep-plus-an-arch facade is good, then three of them must be even better. Right?
If you keep on going past these triplets, and turn left at the end of the street, you’ll be on highway 207. Keep going long enough and you’ll end up in Silverton, Texas. Which should not be confused with Silverton, Colorado. Or Silverton, Oregon. Just to clarify.
Floydada, Texas
photographed 1.31.2014
One Day | One Image 