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The Way Alice Left It
Based on the refrigerator magnets still in place at this abandoned farmhouse, a woman named Alice once lived here. I don’t know when she left, or why. All I know is that the house was full of what her life had been.
Deaf Smith County, Texas
photographed 11.12.2021
Outta the Creek
My guess is that the author of this sign was not referring to literal pigs, or a literal creek. Or literal water, for that matter.
Wildorado, Texas
photographed 10.9.2021
Inspiring Rest Area
At a certain point, I suppose, the question becomes “Why stop at a regular rest area, when we can stop at an inspiring one?”
Another question would be “What, exactly, even IS an inspiring rest area?” And also “Do I need to be inspired, or do I just need to pee?” And these questions are followed by “Why I am asking myself all these questions?”
Groom, Texas
photographed 10.9.2021
Hopper
This trip – a journey, really – that I went on in October was nearly 1,700 miles of driving and very nearly (it felt like) that many u-turns. This is but one example of something that caught my attention, but that didn’t catch it in time to just turn off the road like a normal person. (Doing anything “like a normal person” is not something I generally do anyway.)
Chandler, Oklahoma
photographed 10.11.2021
we would see Jesus
A very nice woman in Alanreed, Texas, got the church keys from her mom and gave me a tour around the inside of the church. She showed me the whole place – the door where a homeless person broke in and the room where they lived for a while, some tiny Sunday school classrooms, the old church sign, and some very scary-looking stairs to the baptistry. This open hymnal was the best of everything she showed me.
Alanreed, Texas
photographed 10.9.2021
One Day | One Image 