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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
Icy Berm
The east side of the landscaping berm is covered with bulbs that have emerged from their winter below ground. And, on Tuesday, the plants, the berm, and the rest of the yard were covered with ice.
Maybe I’ve mentioned it previously, but I really just don’t like cold weather. I get worse about it every year, too; right now I don’t even like going to the north side of town because I fear it’ll be colder up there. But that layer of ice on the plants was lovely and, thinking of my loyal reader(s) as always, I braved the bitter temperatures* to get this shot.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 2.19.2019
*Yes. Bitter, bitter temperatures. (31 degrees, if you have to know.)
Collision – winter + spring
The bulbs in the yard are pretty sure it’s time for them to push through the dead grass and get ready to bloom. The temperatures, however, had a different plan…
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 2.19.2019
One Day | One Image 