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Speed Limit
This oddly specific speed limit sign rusts away on the gate to an abandoned cottonseed oil mill. Maybe if people could have driven 11 or even 13 miles per hour, the place could have made it. I guess we’ll never know…
Levelland, Texas
photographed 11.21.2018
Prairie Style
It’s probably hard to tell from my usual posts, but I know a couple of things about architecture. Which is sort of pathetic, really, since I’ve got an actual degree in architecture. But that’s neither here nor there.
Prairie style architecture, according to this link*, is “marked by its integration with the surrounding landscape, horizontal lines, flat…roofs…, and restraint in the use of decoration.” So it’s no wonder that this scene seemed to be a fine example!
Roundup, Texas
photographed 12.17.2017
*WARNING: if you go to the link, be prepared for that very annoying white-text-on-black-background that is nearly impossible to read.
Skyscraper: our version
The other Sunday was warm and sunny so the Patient Spouse and I took a drive. I’d been wanting to go to Roundup, Texas, for a while, because who wouldn’t want to visit a place with the same name as a broad-spectrum systemic herbicide and crop desiccant!
Our first stop was in downtown Roundup, where I photographed the four tallest buildings in town.
Roundup, Texas
photographed 12.17.2017
Tracery
The main entrance to Winchester Cathedral, mid-morning.
Later in the trip, when we stood in a long line to get inside Notre Dame, I appreciated this even more….
Winchester, England
photographed 6.1.2017
Art in a desolate location
This used to be part of a little complex on the edge of the town where I work; there was a cotton gin, the gin office, and this building. The gin stopped ginning. The office turned into a place called Larry’s BBQ, which had live music at lunch every day and where if you ordered anything other than a burger, you’d’ve made a big mistake. Then a chain BBQ place came to town and Larry’s closed up. After a few years, someone driving a bulldozer pushed Larry’s place into a pile, and someone else with a front-end loader loaded Larry’s into a container and hauled it (him?) away. Last year, someone else (I guess) spent a very long time taking the cotton gin down, probably to salvage the metal building components.
And, so, all that’s left is this little building, with a mural. (Which sounds fancier than calling it graffiti, but I’m in a generous mood, so what the hell.)
Levelland, Texas
photographed 3.16.2017
One Day | One Image 