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Held at bay
The people around here are pretty lucky, that’s for sure. If not for the fence and that old tire, there’s no telling what those two runaway shopping carts might have gotten away with!
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 9.25.2016
Road may flood (but probably won’t)
Sure, this road may flood. Lots of things may happen. But most of them won’t.
(Update: the road did not flood. The weather forecast for the day I made this shot was for 0% chance of rain, and 100% chance for the next day. I am sure you’re not surprised to learn that it rained on the first day, and not the second. And that there wasn’t enough rain to flood anything. Even an entire roadway.)
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 9.24.2016
It’s important to have a goal
It might be even be getting a basketball goal that includes a hoop and a net.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 9.23.2016
Grid + dumpsters
Sure, this looks like just a picture of a window grid and some trash dumpsters. It looks so much like that, in fact, that’s even what I titled this post.
But here’s something else: that building is the church my family went to when I was a kid. It felt funny to be back – sort of like I’d never been there before but also like I’d never even left. I saw the windows of my second grade Sunday school class (presided over by the formidable Mrs. Brenneman, whose husband died unexpected when I was in high school and my dad got the call during supper). I saw the lawn where the vacation Bible school kids played before they went inside to have snacks of sugar cookies and KoolAid. The fellowship hall porch where my new husband and I were pelted with birdseed (no rice allowed) after our wedding reception. The store where a kid named Morris would sneak away to during services, to buy candy with his collection plate money.
It was an odd little journey that I went on, for a few minutes the other evening.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 9.23.2016
They say this place is haunted
No, really, that’s what they say.
We didn’t go there to see ghosts, which may be why we didn’t spot any. (None, so far, have shown up on the photos I made, either.)
The best part, other than this very cool trestle, was when this woman stood in a low spot that was still damp from a flood recently, and said there was an “odd smell” right there, which she described as “musty,” and that she was pretty sure the smell was evidence of ghosts. Maybe I’m just too literal, because I sort of thought the odd, musty smell was probably from the flooded ground and waterlogged plants and so forth. The way I see it, at least one of us is wrong.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 9.23.2016
One Day | One Image 