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Clarity of light
Hello, and welcome to Which One Was It? day here at the blog.
Look at the photo above, and tell me if you think
1. This was a careful compose-and-wait situation.
2. It pretty much an accident.
3. It was a complete accident.
Spur, Texas
photographed 10.12.2019
Center Things
I am thinking of utilizing my spare time to work on a Nebraskan-English dictionary. My late mother-in-law and I could have definitely benefited from such a thing, if you see where I am headed.
Anyway, I’ve already got the first entry:
Nebraskan: center things
English: all those things in the middle of the table
So far, Nebraskan seems a more concise language…
Spur, Texas
photographed 10.12.2019
Declare glory
I surely did like these jaunty curtains at the Dixie Dog in Spur. And check out the lettered Bible verse there in the window!
Pro tip: if you eat there, you and your travel/photography companion can split an order of fries. And you’ll still have some left.
Spur, Texas
photographed 10.12.2019
Moonlight Dining
My dad would have been 96 years old today.
When I was a kid, our family vacations were almost always spent camping in the mountains in Colorado (sometimes, for variety we’d go to Wyoming or Utah), and the trips would frequently coincide with the full moon. I guess as my dad rose in seniority at his engineering firm and he got preference with vacation requests, it got easier for him to plan trips around the moon. And like a lot of things, I am only now realizing that my current love affair with full moons started back when I was a kid. I have memories of camp sites that were so bright at night that there wasn’t need for the Coleman lantern or a flashlight for that last trip to the latrine before bedtime. Or the inside of the thick canvas tent, lit by diffused moonlight. Or the moonlight casting pine tree shaped shadows on the rock formations I’d spent the day climbing on.
So, of course, taking full-moon photos is a logical step, right?
Dickens, Texas
photographed 10.12.2019
PS – Are you bored? Here are two things I wrote that started with vacation memories: One. Two.
Room 7
Across the High Plains you can see the remains of buildings that were once used to house migrant farmworkers who moved through the area as they followed the crops. Most of the places are in really bad shape – some have already fallen over, in fact.
This place was, by typical standards, actually pretty nice. It had a roof, even. We chatted up the folks nearby (they were building a fence); they said there was a plan in place to redo this building, letting it once again be housing.
Acuff, Texas
photographed 10.12.2019
One Day | One Image 