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Snarling Window
Without going into all the details*, back in college my friend Alice and I used to pretend we were from Alice, Texas, where we’d lived (of course!) on Melinda Street.
Until last week, I’d never actually been to Alice, Texas, and while I was there I looked to see if there was, in fact, a Melinda Street**. I didn’t find one, but I did locate a very photogenic abandoned house.
Alice, Texas
photographed 11.23.2019
*Because the only details I can remember are too embarrassing to commit to publication.
**My cousins’ last name was Street, but none of them were named Melinda.
Tacos de Beef
Maybe it’s time for a lunch break? Go to San Antonio – it’s got a lot to choose from. For example, just in the width of a camera’s frame, you can get gorditas, tacos, fajitas, or tripas.
(NOTE: Autocorrect must have previously tasted tripas and is set on protecting my loyal follower(s) from them: it keeps trying to change it to “trips.” This is one time when I sort of support Autocorrect’s decision.)
Historic Market Square
San Antonio, Texas
photographed 11.25.2016
Spikes of various kinds
My part of Texas does not have what one could consider to be a “lush” landscape. It is rather spiky, in fact, to the point that the plant forms influence the local art.
Yellowhouse Canyon
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 10.2.2016
The Crossing
Sometimes when I need to get some images to fill up a certain blog, I’ll drive over to the industrial side of town, where there’s certain to be a train parked between some shabby buildings…
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 11.15.2019
Crazy Chester followed me
Yes, this is a time when a song came to my mind as I made the photo. And the song was, of course, The Weight (specifically The Band’s version, not the Aretha Franklin version.) And my dad’s name was Chester; he was a little bit crazy…
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 11.16.2019
One Day | One Image 