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Kenton, Oklahoma, is the sort of town that you probably won’t just wander to: it’s way over in the far end of the Oklahoma panhandle, and if you’re coming into town from the west, from New Mexico, you’d better plan on driving on quite a few miles of unpaved roads.
But that’s the charm of it.
And if you’d like to live there, here’s a place that’s for sale.
Kenton, Oklahoma
photographed 9.5.2016
Lizard + Shack
Day eight, of an eight-day trip – that’s when the Patient Spouse became the Spouse. As I pulled the car over (after making a u-turn to get to back to this spot), he said, “I think I need to find something to do where you have to stand around and watch me.”
Message received.
But I still made this shot. You’d’ve done the same thing – who could pass up the lizard and that shack?
Trinidad, Colorado
photographed 8.30.2016
Dining and Provision
Just a little scene I spotted while (here’s a narrative twist), I waited for my Patient Spouse.
Denver, Colorado
photographed 9.2.2016
Dusty ghosts of time
Sometimes when I make these through-dirty-windows shots, I don’t know what’s going to show up in the image. Like this one – I didn’t expect the statues down there at the front of the church. Or that card table.
what’s left of the Catholic church
Trinchera, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
The occasional picnic
My dad was born in this little town, almost 93 years ago. Our trip fell shortly before the one-year anniversary of his death and I was strangely drawn to the place. I wanted to look at my great-grandmother’s grave. You know what? I needed to look at it; somehow I thought that connection would make things feel more right*.
After that, we took advantage of the picnic tables provided by the town, for the use of the occasional traveler, and had lunch before we continue home.
Branson, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
*Did it? No, I don’t think it did, really.
