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What I’d rather see
Caldwell, Texas, is a lovely town, with several blocks of large, nicely kept, older homes. It’s got a nice courthouse. It’s even the Kolache Capital of Texas!
And all that’s nice, it really is. But you know how I am: skip the fancy stuff, and give me some nice, old metal on a few industrial buildings and I am one happy photographer.
Caldwell, Texas
photographed 2.28.2014
Stop-n-Save
I guess you really could save by stopping here: the place is out of business. And I have to confess that I do not know if there are Food Marts #2 or #3 or etc.
In addition, I do not know what a “phone planet” might be.
Is there no end to my ignorance? I don’t know that, either.
Caldwell, Texas
photographed 2.28.2014
Corner Window
Say it’s a sunny, cool spring day, and you don’t have a precise schedule. And say the state highway department is very good about signage, so that narrow roads that lead to tiny and remote country cemeteries are clearly marked. And say that your driver is good with the plan to turn down as many of these narrow roads as you want to take, just so both of you can see what’s there.
That is how I ended up at the Knobbs Springs Cemetery, just a few miles down County Road 305. But the real find down that road was an old wooden church next to the new, brick Knobbs Springs Baptist Church. The narrow white boards could have used a new coat of paint, and the windows might have benefitted from being washed. But, then again, this photo wouldn’t have had nearly the same look, would it?
Knobbs Springs Baptist Church
Knobbs Springs, Texas
photographed 2.28.2014
A bad answer
This shot of the caretaker’s shack was taken in the same cemetery as yesterday’s photo.
I took several pictures of this simple cinderblock structure. “Why are you taking a picture of that?” one of the day’s companions asked. It just felt like something I needed to shoot. I liked the texture of the walls and the shallow slope of the roof. I liked the way that one side or the other seemed to have been built at a different time. I liked the contrast between its straight walls and the every-which-way angles of the headstones. Maybe I felt sorry for it, the homely building squatting in the middle of the cemetery,overlooked and ignored. But when I was asked the question, I wasn’t able to articulate any of that. All I could say was, “I just like it.”
Old Independence Cemetery
Independence, Texas
photographed 3.1.2014




