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(not a) hill
If you can, please forgive my visual pun of lining the Hills’ headstone on the horizon that way. The flat, non-hilly horizon. Sometimes I can’t help myself, although I maybe should try a little harder. I don’t know. I have no perspective in the matter.
Terry County, Texas
photographed 11.8.2020
the secret is to have a strong foundation
If you ever go on a road trip with me you need to be aware of one important thing: scenes like this will require a stop. Always. Every time.
I don’t know what this is, other than a concrete foundation that’s been inexplicably discarded in a field. The two broken corners tell a story; I just don’t know what the story is. But who cares? I saw it, and I photographed it. And I – along with my reader(s) – can make up our own story. THat’s hard to beat.
Terry County, Texas
photographed 11.8.2020
On the fly
Cold weather must be on the way: the Canada geese that winter here are arriving.
Meadow, Texas
photographed 11.7.2020
War Memorial, with chairs
Some people might think stopping at all these different cemeteries would get redundant. Those people would be wrong. For example, this is the first time I’ve spotted metal folding chairs facing opposite directions in front of a war memorial.
Meadow, Texas
photographed 11.7.2020
White
West Texas is a quite a ways from the closest ocean – about 500 miles – so it is a little bit of a mystery about these oyster shells that have been pressed into the rough concrete on these graves. I see this sort of regularly in my wanderings and always wonder about the process of it all.
These markers are in fairly good condition; most of the time all the shells are broken, by our wicked summer hail or by vandals: I do not know.
Meadow, Texas
photographed 11.7.2020
One Day | One Image 