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Tree, barely
I don’t know…there’s just something I like about a sky with just a hint of a tree at the bottom.
Here’s a similar photo from Fiji.
I am a child of the Plains – trees in large numbers make me nervous. And they block the view. That might explain my preference for shots with only the barest hint of a tree….
near Boulder City, Nevada
photographed 5.30.2009
In triplicate
Well, I suppose if one stairstep-plus-an-arch facade is good, then three of them must be even better. Right?
If you keep on going past these triplets, and turn left at the end of the street, you’ll be on highway 207. Keep going long enough and you’ll end up in Silverton, Texas. Which should not be confused with Silverton, Colorado. Or Silverton, Oregon. Just to clarify.
Floydada, Texas
photographed 1.31.2014
A windy, lonely place
It was cold that day. And windy. The wind was so strong that it was hard to stand still enough to take a picture. I took this shot in record time, and hurried back to the warm car.
It’s too bad I was unprepared for “spring” in Michigan – which is different than “spring” in Texas – because this looks like it would have been an interesting cemetery to explore.
(Also it was so cold that I forgot to follow my usual procedure of shooting some identifying signs of the place. Through a lengthy process of looking at the other shots I took that day and referencing Google maps and street view, I determined that this was in Sharon Township. The maps didn’t give a name for the cemetery, and street view didn’t have a clear enough view of the sign that I could figure it out. But I can tell you that it’s next to the Methodist church. In case you were wondering.)
Sharon Township, Michigan
photographed 4.19.2013
Sky above, mud below
Another picture, another song reference. It must be my new thing, but I’ll try to not let it take over the blog. After all, it is called One Day | One Image, not One Day | One Song-that-only-marginally-relates-to-the-matter-at-hand.
I think this building used to be a church, or maybe a school. Now it’s used to store farm equipment but the way those overhead doors are falling down makes me think whatever’s inside may be permanently stored.
The song reference? This shot reminded me of the excellent Tom Russell song The Sky Above, The Mud Below. (Just the title – I didn’t think about Mexican horse thieves or braided ropes or any of that.) Go here if you want to hear the song. One of the comments at the link says, “I’ve seen movies with less plot than this song.”, which is an excellent observation.
Crosby County, Texas
photographed 1.31.2014





