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Tank army
There’s a particular exit on Interstate 20 a few miles west of Odessa that has always interested me, because from the road (and at highway speeds) it looks like every single thing there is abandoned and/or rusted. I’ve been driving past it for ages, and finally last month managed to remember to pull off the road and have a look around.
My highway-speed impression of the place was not wrong.
So you can just imagine how much I liked it there. (For a short time, until the body language of a shirtless, heavily-tattooed, shaved-headed man* watching me made it seem like it was time to get back on the road. Quickly.)
Penwell, Texas
photographed 7.15.2018
*No judgement with any of those things – just reporting what I saw.
How G’Ma stays busy
I had a little time before I needed to get on the road back home, so I took a short stroll around town. It was a Sunday, so presumably G’Ma was at church instead of staff her food truck; but I liked it with no one else around. Also, I’d already had breakfast…
Alpine, Texas
photographed 7.15.2018
That storm, though
It’s very hard to beat sitting on a balcony, watching the world AND a storm go by.
Alpine, Texas
photographed 7.14.2018
Maybe I misjudged the place
I’ve lived almost my whole life in the western part of Texas, so I think I know how to read a place accurately and quickly.
Turns out, I’m not as good at that as I thought: I did not think Fort Stockton was the kind of place that would need a tuxedo store…
Fort Stockton, Texas
photographed 7.13.2018
Flight Path
I am almost positive that this town has more pigeons than it does people. The official population (of people) was 384 (in 2016); there were at least that many birds living inside this single building.
Grandfalls, Texas
photographed 7.13.2018
