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“executive” is not the word I would have used

Someone may not understand the implications of the word “executive.” None of the things here – the broken windows; the wonky, old-time Venetian blinds; the awning frame that lacks an awning; those awful benches; and even the weather checked sign conjure up anything that the word generally implies. But maybe someone needs credit for trying?

Lubbock, Texas
photographed 4.17.2022

dashboard

This stretch limo has been parked next to a vacant building for years. Both, of course, have their best days far, far in the past. I was downtown the other Sunday afternoon (you know why) and took a look at the limo; after all these years of kind-of seeing it, it seemed like it was about damn time I went in for a closer look. In addition to many pounds of bird shit splattered all over it, there was a nice array of a shattered driver’s side window, a felt cowboy coat, a bible, and Spanish dictionary, a red crayon, and a granola bar. That seems like a lot of narratives all congregating in one location, doesn’t it?

Lubbock, Texas
photographed 4.17.2022

*UPDATE* Two days ago, I drove by this location and the car was gone. Good thing I finally got around to photographing it.

strings + thorns

I usually forget the part about getting in really close to a subject to capture the details – and how doing that will sometimes render the subject nicely abstract. But I am trying to get better about it, which is how I noticed the patterns made by the top of a discarded mattress as it unravelled into the air.

Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 1.14.2022

a pink sofa

This place used to be a very nice fabric store. It’s the same store where my mom and I found the fabric for my wedding dress, which she sewed from a Vogue pattern (because I was fancy like that and because she was an excellent seamstress). I love it that time has folded over on itself: now it’s a wedding dress store.

Lubbock, Texas
photographed 3.18.2022

and stop

Another fine find from my day of billboard photography. As you can probably figure out by the condition of the sign, the liquor store that wants you to stop is long gone, leaving us forever unable to save on all our favorite beverages.

This stop yielded two bonuses. One was that beer bottle stuck in the dirt below the sign. And the other was the approximately 100 million grass burrs that attached themselves to my pants legs and shoes and shoelaces. I appreciated one of the bonuses more than the other…

Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 1.14.2022

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