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Town’s simple rhythms
I stopped to get some photos of a car wash (I always think I’ll like photos of car washes, but to date I haven’t actually made any that are bloggable.) It had rained earlier in the day, and that nice puddle caught my attention, and then I saw the reflection of all that stuff.
And the car wash photos? I’ll just say you won’t see them here.
Goliad, Texas
photographed 5.6.2019
The watery grave
I came here to spend the night inside the walls of a Spanish fort, Presidio la Bahía, which dates from the 1740s. But before I sequestered myself for the night, I spent a little time exploring the nearby town of Goliad. That’s how I found this tiny, unnamed cemetery. Eventually all these cemeteries start to look the same, so I was disinclined to stop and make some photos. But then I saw that sprinkler perched on the stone wall. It reminded me of my very favorite book Traveling Sprinkler, by Nicholson Baker.
Goliad, Texas
photographed 5.6.2019
One Day | One Image 