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I stopped to photograph an abandoned farmhouse and then became distracted by the bright white irrigation pipes stacked up behind the place. (The crop behind the pipes? It’s cotton and the bolls were already set on the plants and couple of them had opened, revealing cotton as white as the pipes.)
Lynn County, Texas
photographed 9.4.2023
One Down
The plan was that I would spend some quality time looking at this place – a farmhouse that was (marginally) still standing and the already-collapsed barn beside it.
The wasps thought otherwise.
The rough stucco walls seemed to be a place where wasps enjoyed building nests. Lots of nests. Lots and lots of wasps. And they were pissed at my arrival. A few of them followed me all the way back to the car, buzzing in their wasp language, “And STAY out.”
As a result, this is just about all I photographed. I know when to give up.
Lynn County, Texas
photographed 3.24.2020
Past, future
I drove over to Grassland, Texas, the other day. I didn’t actually know there was such a place, or go there on purpose – it’s just that it was on the way to see that swing set I mentioned a few days ago (and which is now only two short days away from its blog debut!). Anyway, there’s not a whole lot in Grassland, Texas. There’s a wind farm nearby, though, which is probably going to make the future there look a lot different from the past.
Grassland, Texas
photographed 7.28.2018
Drama at the end of the day
Sometimes springs days end like this – with the storm (and rain) headed away from us, like this one was. But even when we know no rain’s coming to us, the drama of the clouds as they build and billow and reform is worth watching.
Lynn County, Texas
photographed 4.19.2016
The Aftermath
One down, one to go.
This is not an uncommon sight around here, where the uncertainties of farming, the need of fewer people to work the same crops, the (periodic) rise of the oil and gas industries, the increasing population of elderly people, and other factors mean that walking away and letting nature take its course is a common decision.
For what it’s worth, I saw a bedpan, a hymnbook, and a straw hat in the rubble.
Lynn County, Texas
photographed 4.19.2016
One Day | One Image 