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I’ve lived as a stranger in my own house, too
Abandoned houses reminded me of the Bruce Cockburn lyric* “I’ve lived as a stranger in my own house, too.” from his song “Use Me While You Can.”
Ludlow, Colorado
photographed 9.4.2016
*Not a surprising turn of events, is it?
Great-grandmother’s final rest
When my grandparents left Branson, during the Depression, for the hoped-for greener pastures in Texas, they left behind a son who’d died from diptheria when he was only four years old. Later on, my great-grandmother joined him in this desolate little cemetery.
Branson, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
Arcade
I don’t know which of the houses in town was the one my dad grew up in. It might have been this one, with the arched arcade of a porch.
Branson, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
Instead of Trees
So, instead of trees, we’ve got light standards. Lots and lots of them. They’re OK, I guess, but their fall foliage is sort of…lacking.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 11.5.2016
Mom’s Place
Am I just worrying about the wrong things here, but do you think Mom might not particularly have appreciated her Place using a pig as a logo/mascot?
Post, Texas
photographed 11.5.2016
