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The only light there was
This back of this closed-down gas station in the industrial part of town absorbed all the light that day.
On a side note, there’s a lot more traffic in that part of town than I expected. And, judging from the stares I got from truck drivers, not many photographers show up over there. I don’t know why: it’s only a few blocks from where I found this place a few months ago.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 3.29.2013
Another Sunday morning
The 2000 census reported a population of 88; the 2010 census plead ignorance on the matter. The day I stopped, there was a steady thrum of highway noise, but I was the only one who pulled off Interstate 20 to look around. After all, it’s only thirty more miles to Abilene.
Other than this building – which is quite lovely, if you ask me – the only other notable thing about the place is that Larry L. King, author of Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, is a native son.
Putnam, Texas
photographed 3.20.2011
Hail to the beef
On this afternoon, I had three passengers in my car. Two of them I had just met. And one of those had just asked me what sorts of things I liked to photograph. I said, “That. Right there. The old building. Oh! And that sign! The old building AND the sign!!”
Maybe I just imagined that I caught them exchanging worried glances at each other.
At any rate, I didn’t stop. But I did come back later….
Canyon, Texas
photographed 3.20.2013
What happened here?
Two things, really.
First of all, it seemed like if the very reason I made a u-turn across a highway to take a picture was because this old place had a red desk in front of it, then I just had to post it in color.
And, that it happened to fall on April Fool’s day was just a happy coincidence.
But please don’t worry: back to b&w tomorrow. And sorry if I startled you.
Marathon, Texas
photographed 1.19.2013




