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Picket Fence
I seem to be on a bit of fence binge lately. There was the crowded one, the wire one, and the solitary one, and now these pickets.
What do you suppose is going on here? (Dreaming of fences can symbolize a need for privacy, or a desire to shut off the rest of the world. I’m not dreaming about fences, but am posting photos of them, so I don’t think that’s it. Let’s just go with “I like the way they look!”, shall we?)
National Ranching Heritage Center
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 8.5.2014
Screened
The window screens on this building are raveling away in a very nice fashion.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 12.6.2014
Rock corral
The same misty morning that gave me yesterday’s shot let me get a view of the canyon where the mist obscured the far edges, blending the escarpment into the sky.
The previous owner’s rock corral (My term, not his. As far as I know.) in the foreground looks the way it always looks, only a little more damp this time.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 12.7.2014
Like watery gems
This was a rare sight: a day so misty that tiny water drops clung to the tips of vegetation….
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 12.7.2014
Layers peeled away
The inside of this place is in much worse shape than the outside. For one thing, most of the windows are broken, so moisture and animals have free access. And – this is new – there’s a hole in the roof, which is letting in water every time it rains. The paper on the gypboard walls is starting to peel away. While that’s never a good sign as far as a building’s longevity, it does make for some interesting photos…
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 12.6.2014
