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Three Toilets
This amusement park has been around forever.
When I was a little kid, my parents took their sixth-grade Sunday School class there. One of the kids threw up on a ride. That’s practically my only memory of the place.
I drive by there every couple of years, and this time I saw three portable toilets. Not that they made me think of throw-up kid or anything like that.
Joyland Amusement Park
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 4.25.2017
Junk at the back of the lot
My in-laws are moving to a senior living community* and we went over there the other day so they could show us around.
You know that I went around back, don’t you? What else would have even been the point?
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 4.29.2017
*Marketing. It’s all marketing.
Ladder
My photography afternoons would be pretty uneventful if people put their stuff away when they were done with it…
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 4.29.2017
Cast Away
My friend Gerald and I meet for coffee three times a year – at Christmas and on our birthdays. We’re running behind this year: our Christmas meet-up was in February and my March birthday had been long gone when we met at the end of April. It was an unseasonable cold day, when we finally did meet, and I had to park down the block from the coffee place because it looked like everyone in town was in need of a hot beverage to get them through the day. A normal person* would have walked on the sidewalk to get back to the coffee shop.
Anyway, I saw this in an alley between where I parked and where I was meeting Gerald.
in an alley
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 4.29.2017
*So, not a photographer. That’s usually my main way to define a “normal” person. And also a “normal person” wouldn’t have brought along a camera.
Flooring
I had some time to kill the other morning in the band hall at Abernathy High School – I was waiting on my granddaughter Hannah to play with her fourth grade band. She plays the trombone*, and had a solo. Or, not really a solo so much as a few measures of just-trombone and she’s the only trombone player in the band.
At Christmas, she played a masterful version of “Jingle Bells” which she’d made sound like a funeral dirge. This time around, though, the tiny part of “Ode to Joy” was recognizable and her solo was…well, it was the best damn trombone solo I’ve ever heard from a fourth grader.
In between songs, I took a picture of the floor. As one does.
Abernathy, Texas
photographed 4.26.2017
*She chose trombone because she wanted an instrument that would go “wah-wah.” I once chose the violin for less sound reasons, so I cannot fault her logic.
