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The hearthside chair
The door was open. Literally, I mean. The heavy metal door was unlocked, so I pulled it open. Behind it, a screen door like the kind on a 1950s house. I pushed it open, using my elbow, and stepped inside. Not far, though, as the floor was covered with debris and I am not quite current on my tetanus shot.
But across the room, I saw this chair and heater, looking quite happy together.
Bula School (abandoned)
Bailey County, Texas
photographed 2.16.2014
Yucca points west
After the flowers have faded, the stalk* on this plant points off to the west, toward mountains, a river, and Mexico. (Yes, Mexico really is west of Marfa. It’s also south.)
*Let’s pretend that I already knew the flower stalk on a yucca was called a “large terminal panicle”, OK? Even though we all know better….
Marfa, Texas
photographed 8.16.2013
Motel
A detail of this sign..
The desert sun has faded the colors, which are now delicate versions of their (presumably) vibrant shades. My favorite part is how the brushstrokes of a long-ago painter have become visible again.
near Marfa, Texas
photographed 8.16.2013
Ships on the horizon
Sometimes, on those fun-filled family vacations, having a tripod along creates a plausible reason to step away from the fun, the too-loud TV, the oppressive togetherness.
In this case, I retreated to the balcony for a night view across the Gulf of Mexico to watch the ships heading toward the port and the clouds scurrying across the sky.
Oh, and to put the tripod to work….
Port Aransas, Texas
photographed 10.7.2011
Scene (not seen): 2
The second in a series that ponders the question, “How do we know what is real?”
Brownfield, Texas
photographed 7.16.2012
