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For when the rains don’t come
So, we were driving along this farm to market road, when my spouse suddenly slowed down and made a u-turn. Those maneuvers are generally so I can make a photograph, but I hadn’t noticed anything particularly photogenic.
The reason for the u-turn was because he’d seen a big crescent wrench in the road and went back to get it. For highway-safety reasons, we will assume. Anyway, while we were doing that, I noticed this scene, and the way the weeds around the pump played off the clouds and the center-pivot irrigation system on the horizon. I’m glad for the wayward wrench.
FM 1471
Crosby County, Texas
photographed 7.3.2015
Lack of privacy
Not a great deal of privacy in this restroom, is there?
McAdoo, Texas
photographed 7.3.2015
Guardians
Although the school in McAdoo has been closed for thirty years, the buildings are still there. The entrance to this one is carefully guarded by two weeds. I did not go further – they were good at their job.
McAdoo, Texas
photographed 7.3.2015
The harvest and the late light
Our friends own Ask Harvesting, and we happened to be in the area where they were cutting wheat so we stopped to watch for a few minutes. And, of course, you know what I did while we watched…
(You can read more about custom harvesting, if you’re interested.)
along FM 28
Floyd County, Texas
photographed 7.2.2015
Venus, Jupiter, and the ruins
We took a one-night trip to Matador, just to get out of town for a minute, and to check out a local bed-and-breakfast. (It’d been that kind of a week.) After the sun was down, I walked around town making photos, including this one of Venus and Jupiter in the sky above a burned-out building.
The next morning at breakfast, all the overnight guests were interviewed by one of the innkeepers; the information was going in the newspaper. No secrets in Matador, I guess! She also told us that, if we wanted to visit the museum, she’d just call Arlis and get the key. The inn was very nice, and I’d go back. I wonder if I’d be interviewed again?
Matador, Texas
photographed 7.2.2015
PS – In my interview, I did not mention that I was a photographer; judging on how many cars had driven by when I was out the night before, that seemed to be redundant information.
