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Eight feet
The building – and swimming pool – look terrible, but the trees seem to be hanging in there. In fact, new spring leaves were already showing up on the branches. I am not entirely sure how they’ve been able to stay alive, as they are surrounded by asphalt and concrete, and it hardly rains around here.
what’s left of the Days Inn
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 2.22.2019
Hypnotized by rhythm
Generally speaking, I don’t really like symmetry all that much. It gets on my nerves most of the time, which could go a long way to explaining why that architecture degree I’ve got never really went anywhere.
But this. I worked hard to get this shot lined up with just a sliver of door on each side, because I rather liked the rhythm that I was seeing. Of course, I was also seeing how those wood slats on the left side of each window were NOT symmetrical. I guess there was just enough asymmetry in play to make me happy with the rest of it.
what’s left of the Days Inn
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 2.22.2019
Could be looking right past
The way this place is being demolished (or, maybe, renovated), it’s possible to see all the way through a room, two bathrooms, another room all the way to the other side of the building.
If you’ve been around this blog for a while, you may know that my brain sometimes makes strange connections between a scene I’m shooting and a song. And usually, only my brain gets the reasons for the connections. (And, yes, it would be nice for the brain to share with the rest of us, but that seems unlikely, so here we are.) And I bet you just can’t wait to see what sort of odd connection this thing conjured up.)
It was a few lines from “Bone in My Ear,” by Bruce Cockburn:
In my heart there’s a an image
Like looking through glass
Could be looking at me
Could be looking right past
(You can see/hear the song here. Also, I was at that very concert. In case you were wondering what I was up to last April.)
what’s left of the Days Inn
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 2.22.2019
The days of a sparkling pool were over
The Patient Spouse and I had a long-ish conversation about the best way to describe that awful-looking water in the swimming pool.
He won: he said it looked like molasses.
what’s left of the Days Inn
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 2.22.2019
No Point
That door seems to be, at best, sort of pointless.
The other day I couldn’t think of anything to photograph, so I consulted a little pink Moleskine book where I used to keep a running list of places I wanted to shoot, hoping for an idea. This old hotel wasn’t listed specifically, but the general part of town it’s in was, so the Patient Spouse and I headed out. It was a real treasure, photographically speaking. (I hope you agree, as this is the first of eight images form the place…) (Don’t say I didn’t warn you.)
what’s left of the Days Inn
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 2.22.2019
One Day | One Image 