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Mrs. Robertson’s regular place
Mrs. Robertson seems to be very intent on having the same seat every time she attends Mass, doesn’t she?
Every now and then I’ll spot someone’s special cushion in a church (like this time in Mavillette, Nova Scotia), but this was the first time I’d noticed one that was labeled.
Our Lady of Consolation Church
Vattman, Texas
photographed 11.23.2019
The neighbor’s pool
I don’t live in the kind of neighborhood where my neighbors are likely to have a swimming pool. But I did class it up a little bit on a recent trip when my hotel’s neighbor had a pool. I am really cool like that, when I want to be.
(In addition to not having a pool, my hotel also lacked a window washer.)
Alice, Texas
photographed 11.23.2019
But we don’t know where we’ve been
This iron bridge, which was built in the 1880s, is still in service today, and is nice surprise if you’re taking the painted churches tour.
But, really, it wouldn’t be a photo of an old bridge without a David Byrne reference, now would it?
Well we know where we’re going
But we don’t know where we’ve been
And we know what we’re knowing
But we can’t say what we’ve seen
-Road to Nowhere
Dubina, Texas
photographed 11.24.2019
Mottled
That mottled sunlight looks pretty nice, all serene and stuff. But I was standing right in front of a formidable trap that was in use to catch feral hogs. Those hogs are gigantic and extremely destructive – it fact the earth all around this building was sort of plowed up by their foraging.
From the evidence – a single shell casing on the ground near the trap – I think the population was recently reduced by one, anyway.
on the grounds of St. Margaret Catholic Church
Pin Oak, Texas
photographed 11.25.2019




