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Out with the old
Parts of this hospital have already been torn down, and other parts are well along in that process – all to make way for a new hospital. It’s hard to get a good view of the work site, though. There are tall construction fences (with fabric over them) all around the site. The parking garage that would afford a fantastic view is accessible only with a code number (which I don’t have). I think there may be a way to get to a pedestrian bridge, but that means wandering through the maze of hallways of a place that holds only bad memories. So, I did what anyone with a 28mm Summicron lens would do: I poked that little lens right through the only part of the chain-link fence that didn’t have fabric covering it, cranked up the ISO, braced the camera and myself against the fence, held my breath, and hoped for the best…
(Weirdly, bracing myself, holding my breath, and hoping for the best are all things I have done inside that facility.)
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 9.17.2018
Called on account of rain
I don’t get many opportunities to photograph in the rain (except for that time in Los Angeles with Ehpem when we spent the day in monsoon rains!) so this was a treat!
Burl Huffman Athletic Complex
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.18.18
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.
