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Things move slowly around here – there’s almost no change to this old place in the five years between photos..
Floydada, Texas
photographed 3.25.2017
Spatula
One of the great mysteries that I encounter every time I peek through a dirty window into an abandoned business is what sorts of things were left behind.
A spatula, this time. And a heat lamp.
Did someone intend to come back and get the rest of their things? Or did they just say fuck it and walk away from their failed business, hoping that maybe on another day in another town, they’d get a new spatula.
Floydada, Texas
photographed 3.25.2017
Ethanol, fourth
Without any frame of reference, these dunes of millet could be dunes of anything. And located anywhere. It was oddly disorienting, because I was literally a few steps from the road.
But I liked the feeling.
(This is last of the ethanol plant photos. For now…)
Hockley County, Texas
photographed 3.19.2017
Ethanol, third
“It seems like there ought to be birds.”
“Oh, THERE they are.”
Hockley County, Texas
photographed 3.19.2017
Ethanol, first
This is how it is: after 7.5 years of driving past the ethanol plant and never stopping, I went twice in three days.
I’ve been watching these dunes beside the plant for a few weeks now, and have been intrigued by the color variations in them so the other Sunday, the Patient Spouse* and I took a little drive. (Like Old People, really, on a Sunday afternoon drive to see stuff. Only we went the speed limit.)
Anyway, to get to the point, those dunes are made from millet, a grain that’s used ethanol production. (Here’s something boring to read.) (Here’s something entertaining to read.)
Hockley County, Texas
photographed 3.19.2017
*The other day, I referred to the Patient Spouse as my traveling companion (Yes! Not even capitalized!). He said it made him sound like a dog.
