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Ranch Gate
What I Did the Other Day:
1. Drove along skinny rural roads, looking for something to photograph.
2. Drove right by this the first time.
3. A few miles later, thinking, “Wait. Was that a skull on the gate back there?”
4. U-turn.
5. Photos, until the dogs across the road started to get a little too aggressive for me.
Turns out that it was.
near Roaring Springs, Texas
photographed 12.26.2017
We are sorry (we are)
“I am very fond of the out-of-business sign on the door, and the way it takes on a sort of beat-poet vibe,” the photographer said as she snapped her fingers and yearned for a beret.
Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 12.20.2017
Fancy Ketchup
After a trip to Nebraska, my friend Andy wrote the first two lines of a poem about the state:
God bless Nebraska, where everyone is nice.
God bless Nebraska, where ketchup is a spice.
What I don’t know is if Nebraska has actual Fancy Ketchup, the way this recently-departed Dairy Queen did.
Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 12.20.2017
Thank You, Thank You
It’s easy to lament, the way I did yesterday, the loss of a local institution. However, I can say with absolute certainty that I wouldn’t have stopped to make photos of a still-in-business Dairy Queen. So there’s that.
Crosbyton, Texas
photographed 12.20.2017
High & Dry
It’s hard to expect that boat, trapped behind barbed wire and weeds, will ever again see a body of water.
Roundup, Texas
photographed 12.17.2017
