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the pole remembers what it used to be
I want to think that utility pole, planted behind the tree, spends its time remembering its own leafy glory days.
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 1.11.2020
Slow death is certain
There’s only one way this is going to end: in a pile on the ground surrounded by weeds and covered over by the big sky. It won’t happen quickly, probably, but it will happen.
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 8.10.2019
Getting our hopes up
Our summer started out with cool weather and more-than-normal rainfall. But it soon got over that, and now it seems like maybe it’s never rained here. Ever. Not even a drop. And it’s hot, too – at or above 100 degrees for days at a time.
And that makes it seem like maybe this sign is being unnecessarily cruel.
(I am heading shortly to Chicago for a conference, where the high temperatures are forecast to be in the 70s. My work colleague and I had a discussion about packing; neither one of us can recall the right kind of clothes for that sort of weather.)
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 8.10.2019
1950 (or 1925)
I didn’t know it when I set out, but finding this church is the whole reason for taking the back roads last Saturday.
Up here on the High Plains, almost all the roads are set up on a straight north-south/east-west grid (except for curves to avoid playa lakes), and the buildings are built parallel to the roads. And then there was this church set at an angle to the road. It was a bright surprise.
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 8.10.2019
And promises of rain
Way over there, to the southeast, are some clouds that look like they might bring some rain. They don’t, of course.
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 10.14.2017
