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Font (many blessings)
The interior of the church, with the font first, and murals on the far wall. It was very nice to be the only person in there, and not just from a photographic, will-you-people-get-out-of-my-way situation. It was quiet and calm, and calming (because those are two different things).
Presidio la Bahía
Goliad, Texas
photographed 5.6.2019
There came a heavenly light
This. This is what I came for – to see the inside of an old church (built inside a fort) and to look at the way the light moved around the rough stucco walls.
It was worth the trip.
Presidio la Bahía
Goliad, Texas
photographed 5.6.2019
Town’s simple rhythms
I stopped to get some photos of a car wash (I always think I’ll like photos of car washes, but to date I haven’t actually made any that are bloggable.) It had rained earlier in the day, and that nice puddle caught my attention, and then I saw the reflection of all that stuff.
And the car wash photos? I’ll just say you won’t see them here.
Goliad, Texas
photographed 5.6.2019
The watery grave
I came here to spend the night inside the walls of a Spanish fort, Presidio la Bahía, which dates from the 1740s. But before I sequestered myself for the night, I spent a little time exploring the nearby town of Goliad. That’s how I found this tiny, unnamed cemetery. Eventually all these cemeteries start to look the same, so I was disinclined to stop and make some photos. But then I saw that sprinkler perched on the stone wall. It reminded me of my very favorite book Traveling Sprinkler, by Nicholson Baker.
Goliad, Texas
photographed 5.6.2019
It’s like we were watching each other
It was a standoff between the security camera and me. No word on who won, but it was probably neither of us.
Tomorrow, we’ll be moving along to South Texas. Plan accordingly.
Eddy Street
San Francisco, California
photographed 4.14.2019
One Day | One Image 