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Everything Melted
It was hot that day – around 110 degrees. And the wind was not a gentle, cooling breeze; it was the opposite of both of those things. And midday was brutal – everything felt like it could melt right then.
O’Donnell, Texas
photographed 7.13.2020
Cemetery Corner
I don’t always photograph cemeteries; it just looks that way.
Fun fact: my Uncle Donald was from O’Donnell, and when I was a kid I was almost positive that the town was called O’Donald. I may have been disappointed to learn the truth.
O’Donnell, Texas
photographed 7.13.2020
Nothing lasts forever
The saddest part of any cemetery is this right here: the gathered up dead or damaged flowers and other mementos that families have left.
O’Donnell, Texas
photographed 7.13.2020
Each unhappy family
You know that famous line from Anna Karenina “Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”? From the looks of the message spray-painted on this truck, I would assume that this family had found yet another way to be unhappy.
O’Donnell, Texas
photographed 7.13.2020
Curled Dirt and Hydrant
You can tell by looking at the cracked and curled dirt in the gutter that it’s been a while since any significant rain has fallen on O’Donnell. And apparently that hydrant doesn’t even care.
(Also, it was a toasty 112° that day. And windy. So it was rather like being inside a convection oven.)
O’Donnell, Texas
photographed 7.13.2020
One Day | One Image 