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monday – friday
All I know about Jonathan, who died at this rural intersection, are his birth and death dates.
He was born on a Monday and died on a Friday.
Separate from his cross, there were three others; they were wooden and unmarked.
Lynn County, Texas
photographed 2.28.2026
the passage
An abandoned farmhouse on the High Plains tells a story – a story of dreams, of rural traditions and expectations, of change, of endings.
An abandoned farmhouse with a wheelchair ramp tells a story that seems more complicated. And more sad.
Lynn County, Texas
photographed 2.28.2026
flat/screen
Last week I had to drive to Tahoka for a meeting; on the drive I kept my eyes open for future photos.
This farmhouse was one of the things I saw and it was my first stop on a weekend photo-drive.
Every one of these old houses looks basically the same on the inside, with crap just piled up everywhere. But then again, each one is different. I’ve seen shoes and clothes and books and dolls and tires and jars of applesauce.* This one featured not only a deceased rat lying on its back on the sofa, like it was taking a little nap, but it also had the morning light coming through windows and a broken flat-screen television.
Lynn County, Texas
photographed 2.28.2026
*I first wrote “jars of applesauce and tires” which sounds like an impossible thing but also sounds like something I’d really like to see.
tubes
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
One Day | One Image 