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By the light of day
The sun was at that awkward stage between shining almost right in my face and being low enough to drop behind the wall.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 4.22.2017
Crowbar, Bible, and Construction
The little crowbar (which I was told is actually a pry bar) is holding down a broken-spine Bible at this house renovation out in the country. From the looks of things, the only original parts of the house that are being salvaged are the walls and the floor.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 4.22.2017
One Tree
Who says we don’t have trees out here? Sure, there’s just the one. And it’s dead. But still.
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 10.21.2016
You can figure out the story
A crossroads, a pair of crosses. It’s pretty easy to see what happened.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 6.2.2016
Flyer Club
One of the surprising things around Lubbock, given its reputation as a place without discernible topography, is the canyon that’s to the east of town. (Here’s more information, and that photo titled Yellowhouse Canyon near Slaton, Texas is exactly the view we’ll have from our future house.)
But I digress.
This is the entrance to a now-defunct radio-controled airplane club. At least, that’s what I’ve heard, fourth or fifth hand. But even if that’s not accurate information (the part about the RC planes, I mean, as I am pretty sure whatever was there isn’t in operation any longer) I like how the sign hangs there in the trees and the little caliche road wanders over the hill.
Yellowhouse Canyon
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 4.24.2016
