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…and other times I don’t
But for all that big talk yesterday about my urban travels, here we are in Fort Davis (population 1,250).
I was in Fort Davis in August and I checked out every street in town* to see what I could see. I saw dogs. A lot of dogs. They all seemed to be unhappy that I was there, and it made me nervous. (Dogs always make me nervous. Cats? Never.) But that’s neither here nor there.
In addition to unhappy dogs, I saw this gem of a place, with its appliance graveyard, melting adobe house, and (this is for you, Ehpem) some very nice corrugated metal.
Fort Davis, Texas
photographed 8.17.2013
*It didn’t take all that long. There aren’t many streets.
December 27
It had been a dry year or two or three. A fire that started in April 2011 burned for 23 days, torching 314,000 acres of land. Much was lost – homes, trees, cattle – and it still hasn’t rained enough for the future to be free of fire danger.
Across the road from a fire-ruined house, the cemetery’s cistern leaks on one side, providing water enough for the tallest stand of grass around.
Fort Davis, Texas
photographed 11.11.11




