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That wall
That wall.
It has a lot of things to like. The graffiti-control efforts that are just about intrusive as the graffiti was. The OUT left over from some kind of warning. The angle of demolition. The stripes from the poles and wires. I really liked that wall.
(See that black container? Those are the municipal garbage bins. They are round, and not very heavy. And also, the wind flings them all over the place. Just in case you wondered.)
Roswell, New Mexico
photographed 5.10.2014
Cistern
This old place has a lot going for it – weather wood siding, some elm trees, and a red-brick cistern.
Dexter, New Mexico
photographed 5.10.2014
Two poles
On my way to Roswell, I took a back road where there was almost no traffic; in Texas the speed limit was 75 mph, but when the road crossed into New Mexico, it dropped to 55 mph. That felt really slow, kind of like I’d never get where I was going.
But it also meant that I was able to see this and stop in time, without the usual pair of U-turns to get back to it.
Later, when I was back on the road, a pickup passed me, going so fast he would have been breaking the speed limit in Texas. I sped up, too. Except for these two poles, the rest were a blur.
Chaves County, New Mexico
photographed 5.9.2014
Use next door
When you go to Marfa, and if you find the Food Shark, and if after you’ve had lunch there you walk down the street that’s right there on the south side of the train tracks, you might catch this place, with its instructional sign and nice reflection of what the other side of town looks like.*
Marfa, Texas
photographed 1.18.2013
*My question is this: do you think, given the evidence presented, that four commas are too many in one sentence, or am I being too sensitive, or what?**
**Damn it. I did it again.
