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Waste
I’ve made photos at this place before, a couple of years ago. Not much had changed on this stop; the place is still slowly falling down and I still found it charming.
But I take that back. Actually a couple of things had changed. The dog that barked all the time I was there on the first stop wasn’t around. And, my granddaughter Hannah, who’s 8, was working as my assistant, helping me spot things to shoot. She’s announced plans to take her photography “to the next level” and while I am not sure I know what that means, exactly, I am pretty proud of her. Another photographer in the family! Anyway, we checked out the pink toilet, which you can see here. It was pretty disgusting, but Hannah showed a pragmatic side when she said, “Well, if you have to go, I guess it’s not that bad.”
Seymour, Texas
photographed 11.29.2015
The letting go
We returned home from a Thanksgiving-weekend funeral through the remains of a winter storm that had slowed our travels two days earlier.
It is the season of letting go.
Dickens County, Texas
photographed 11.29.2015
KRESS
The early sun slices across the letters of the old dime store.
Of course, Kress stores have been gone for a while; this is now a restaurant. I’m glad they kept the letters.
San Antonio, Texas
photographed 10.25.1014
Preparations at the Alamo
Until I spent a few days at the Menger Hotel, with a room that faced the plaza in front of the Alamo, I really didn’t have any idea how many events take place there. There were several every day; set-up started early to accommodate the back-to-back scheduling.
the Alamo
San Antonio, Texas
photographed 10.25.2014
My friend who knows me well
I’m close to starting my 8th year of daily blogging; one of the things that I never anticipated when I started was the possibility of making friends along the way. But it happened, which just proves (once again) that I don’t know everything.*
One of my best blogging friends is Ehpem, and I’ve been lucky enough to make a couple of trips up his way. On my most recent trip, he took me to this place, because he knew I’d love to see some nice abandoned buildings.
Jordan River, BC
photographed 4.22.2015
*That reminds me when my son was about 6, and went to school with a girl named Kim Thompson. From what I could gather, Kim’s family had fairly rigid rules about what girls and boys were “supposed” to do, and Nathan quoted those rules often. He’d say, “Kim Thompson says boys don’t wear pink.” or “Kim Thompson says boys aren’t supposed to learn how to cook.” One night, in exasperation, I said, “Kim Thompson doesn’t know everything.” The next day, I got this report from Nathan: Kim Thompson says she does too know everything.
Of course, that doesn’t have anything to do with, well, anything. But it still makes me laugh.
