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Shade-tree Mechanic
The place is more or less equipped to fix your car, right there between the vanishing sign and the road, and (if you get there in the morning), you can even wait in the shade.
Roby, Texas
photographed 5.22.2020
Dermabrasion
It seemed like the door and the concrete block wall were getting facials, with all the dead stuff falling away.
In other news, this is the same town where in 1996 42 residents pooled their money and purchased 430 lottery tickets. And they won a $46 million jackpot. The money didn’t reverse the fortunes of the town, the way maybe you’d hope it would have. You might want to read this Texas Monthly article for the long, sad tale.
Roby, Texas
photographed 5.22.2020
Awaiting Renovation
Actual conversation between me and a man who drove his pickup down the alley to see what I was up to:
Man: Can I hep you? (“Hep” is West Texan for “help.” -Editor)
Me: I was just taking some pictures of those cars.
Man: And?
Me:
Man: Them are my cars. I fix ’em up.
Me:
(But I thought, “The evidence suggests otherwise, sir.”)
It was just another day.
Abernathy, Texas
photographed 5.22.2020
View from the other side
In my mind, this seems like the view the, uh, residents of the cemetery would have.
County Line, Texas
photographed 5.20.2020
The goal was unreachable
It sprouted up like a weed and we are still waiting for the hoop, net, and field to appear. Oh, and also a basketball and some players.
This scene has made a previous appearance on the blog, back in 2014. Things change, unless they don’t.
County Line, Texas
photographed 5.20.2020
One Day | One Image 