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This is another example of something I found only because there was a sign on the highway pointing toward something that seemed more interesting than anything on the current road.
Dodson Prairie, Texas
photographed 4.16.2017
A blurry day
I love fog! I love how it blurs and distorts what we’re familiar with, how it makes everything seem quieter, and how it hides things that are otherwise very close.
But after a few hours, I am ready for the sun to come back out.
Sweetwater, Texas
photographed 2.23.2018
Out with the old
Parts of this hospital have already been torn down, and other parts are well along in that process – all to make way for a new hospital. It’s hard to get a good view of the work site, though. There are tall construction fences (with fabric over them) all around the site. The parking garage that would afford a fantastic view is accessible only with a code number (which I don’t have). I think there may be a way to get to a pedestrian bridge, but that means wandering through the maze of hallways of a place that holds only bad memories. So, I did what anyone with a 28mm Summicron lens would do: I poked that little lens right through the only part of the chain-link fence that didn’t have fabric covering it, cranked up the ISO, braced the camera and myself against the fence, held my breath, and hoped for the best…
(Weirdly, bracing myself, holding my breath, and hoping for the best are all things I have done inside that facility.)
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 9.17.2018
Dickens (not Charles)(but named for him)
When your itinerary for the day is to “drive around and look at stuff” and you’re traveling along a two-lane road and there’s a sign that says “Dickens” and run-down building down a dirt road, there’s really only one choice, isn’t there?
The place is unincorporated, and so small that there’s no population listed. I’d put it at fewer than 10. According to our friend Wikipedia, the place was founded in the 1880s when the railroad went through. Wikipedia also notes the place was named for Charles Dickens, though it offers no supporting evidence. But let’s think about long-ago students in this school reading Bleak House…
Dickens, Nebraska
photographed 8.26.2018
