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Cast Away
My friend Gerald and I meet for coffee three times a year – at Christmas and on our birthdays. We’re running behind this year: our Christmas meet-up was in February and my March birthday had been long gone when we met at the end of April. It was an unseasonable cold day, when we finally did meet, and I had to park down the block from the coffee place because it looked like everyone in town was in need of a hot beverage to get them through the day. A normal person* would have walked on the sidewalk to get back to the coffee shop.
Anyway, I saw this in an alley between where I parked and where I was meeting Gerald.
in an alley
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 4.29.2017
*So, not a photographer. That’s usually my main way to define a “normal” person. And also a “normal person” wouldn’t have brought along a camera.
Flooring
I had some time to kill the other morning in the band hall at Abernathy High School – I was waiting on my granddaughter Hannah to play with her fourth grade band. She plays the trombone*, and had a solo. Or, not really a solo so much as a few measures of just-trombone and she’s the only trombone player in the band.
At Christmas, she played a masterful version of “Jingle Bells” which she’d made sound like a funeral dirge. This time around, though, the tiny part of “Ode to Joy” was recognizable and her solo was…well, it was the best damn trombone solo I’ve ever heard from a fourth grader.
In between songs, I took a picture of the floor. As one does.
Abernathy, Texas
photographed 4.26.2017
*She chose trombone because she wanted an instrument that would go “wah-wah.” I once chose the violin for less sound reasons, so I cannot fault her logic.
Holy, holy, holy water
A town or two up the road, there is a shrine that I think of as “Jesus in a Box.” From the looks of things, the holy water there is very holy.
Abernathy, Texas
photographed 4.26.2017
We were all left hanging
The place was there. And then it was gone. And we were all left hanging.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 4.25.2017
The tiny memorial
Maybe you knew that I got my photographic start by shooting roadside crosses (or other memorials). I did it for ten years, and became adept at spotting them. The last one I shot for the project was around 2006 or so, when it seemed like I done all the roadside cross work I wanted to do.
Sometimes, I still do shoot them, like last year when I did a post on the series of crosses between the town where I work and the city where I live.
So, while I do still notice them, I don’t notice them to the point of stopping.
Until this one. I’ve gone by this spot a hundred times and never saw it. And, in fact, might not have ever seen it but the Patient Spouse spotted it and took me out to see it. And even with him saying, “It’s right there. There. TO THE LEFT.” it still took me a while to see it.
Ransom Canyon, Texas
photographed 4.22.2017
