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Dried Beef
What luck to find a dead cow beside the train tracks, with a passing train thrown in for good measure! Although I am somewhat more lucky than the cow.
along US 90, near Marathon, Texas
photographed 7.14.2018
Desert Wetland
Even though the wading pool was dry, there was still water at the park.
Water in the desert is always a nice surprise.
near Marathon, Texas
photographed 11.3.2017
Wading Pool (dry)
Several years ago, a friend of mine told me about this county park south of Marathon. It’s on my regular rotation of places to visit when I make my Far West Texas trips, and I’ve become fascinated (or, obsessed – it’s a fine line) by this wading pool. Last year it had water in it, and I didn’t have a wide enough lens to get the shot I wanted. This year, I had a wide lens, but there wasn’t water.
There’s always next year, when maybe the lens-and-water situation will work itself out…
near Marathon, Texas
photographed 11.3.2017
Pre-season
Well, now I’m confused.
I saw this at a football field that was adjacent to the school, which led me to (what I thought was) the obvious conclusion that Marathon’s school district had a football team.
But then, I looked at the school district’s website, which listed only cross country, basketball, track, and tennis. Maybe I need to change the title here to No-season?
I also found this: the state board of education counts minutes of instruction now, not days or hours, 75,600 of ’em per school year. Marathon ISD’s website’s calculation is that they are over that by 2,750 minutes. That’s good, right?
Marathon, Texas
photographed 7.24.2016
Artisanal Marker
When I took that class last month at the Santa Fe Photographic Workshops, our instructor said we should “stay away” from making photos in cemeteries or churches. It struck me that he was pushing his personal preferences onto us. And it also struck me that even though he’s famous and I’m not, I get to make that decision for myself. (He also spoke of including “implied narratives” in our images, and I don’t know many places better than cemeteries to find such implied narratives. So what was he even talking about? I’m sure I don’t know.)
Anyway, I found this handmade cross, with a nice artisanal feel about it, in the hot and dry cemetery in Marathon, Texas.
Marathon, Texas
photographed 7.24.2016
One Day | One Image 