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the unfriendly playground
I suppose using leftover rebar and expanded metal and pipes is a cost-effective way to make playground equipment. And this is beside a small church, which was no doubt working on a budget that only had room for donated materials and volunteer labor.
There are a few safety concerns, though, with such unforgiving materials.
But, naturally, the main thing I thought about was how “Suffer the little children”* was taking on a whole new meaning.
Levelland, Texas
photographed 2.28.2026
*Matthew (19:14), Mark (10:14), and Luke (18:16) all reported it. John was silent on the matter.
monday – friday
All I know about Jonathan, who died at this rural intersection, are his birth and death dates.
He was born on a Monday and died on a Friday.
Separate from his cross, there were three others; they were wooden and unmarked.
Lynn County, Texas
photographed 2.28.2026
just one saint at a time
Not to reveal too much about how much language amuses me (because honestly, it’s sort of embarrassing), but I did entertain myself saying “saint rest” in various ways.
Like a command to a wayward and wrongly-named dog: SAINT! Rest.
Like a mild way to say “fuck on off.”
Like an end to a prayer, in place of “Amen.”
Or the name of a particularly lackadaisical cleric – Saint Rest.
And so on.
But what really amuses me the most about this sign is the implication that, while they are willing to accept saints, there is a one-saint limit. Presumably for safety reasons.
Tahoka, Texas
photographed 2.28.2026
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the passage
An abandoned farmhouse on the High Plains tells a story – a story of dreams, of rural traditions and expectations, of change, of endings.
An abandoned farmhouse with a wheelchair ramp tells a story that seems more complicated. And more sad.
Lynn County, Texas
photographed 2.28.2026
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