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Food Prep Line
A food prep line, a tangle of cables, and a soda machine: the empty restaurant.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.5.2018
Wheel Stop Ballet
Maybe someone in Lubbock remembers how long the Grandy’s restaurant has been closed, but until I get a firm date, I’ll just say that is’s been closed nearly forever. A new place is (finally!) getting ready to move in there, so I took advantage of its still-abandoned look and made a few images.
Who knows how these wheel stops got all out of line. Perhaps those weeds are stronger than they look?
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.5.2018
Haircut
I never had a haircut until I was seven years old*. I wore braids, long ones, that my mom braided every morning. I can remember begging her to let me wear my hair down, but in a early run at Worst Mom Ever certification**, she always said no. Then, for reasons that I am not sure I ever even knew, one day she took me to this very beauty shop. We left with my braids in a bag***, and my hair cut into a short bob. Of course, then I wanted a super-short pixie cut, but she vetoed that as well****.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.5.2018
*My mom trimmed my bangs by getting them very wet, plastering them down hard against my forehead, and cutting them straight (mostly) across. This method failed to take into account a cowlick right there in front, so when they dried, my bangs were on the…innovative…side.
**Of course she wasn’t really the Worst Mom Ever, but try telling that to adolescent me.
***Yeah, so we left with the braids. I don’t know what happened to them after that.
****Again, not the Worst Mom Ever, despite my strong feelings at the time.
the feel of the coming rains
By now, though, I should understand that just because it looks like it is going to rain does not mean it will…
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 7.8.2018
One Day | One Image 