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The icehouse door
The bricks on this wall were going in every direction and I am pretty sure that the wall above the left-hand window is about to fall over.
The door to the icehouse was very interesting – it still had pieces of the old cork insulation stuck on it and the wood was nicely weathered.
Out in front, a sign said the place was open 8-5 Monday through Saturday. The condition of the place and a few other clues lead me to believe perhaps the sign is in error. But that’s OK – neither Donna Catterick, my companion on this adventure, or I would have liked stopping to take pictures if there’d been other people around. That’s how we are.
Roswell, New Mexico
photographed 5.10.2014
Perforations
Did you notice how I’d drifted away and posted some color photos? That was weird, wasn’t it?
Not get to all personal and stuff (because this isn’t that kind of blog), but things have been just the tiniest bit stressful of late*. And, in the midst of the stress, the photos that I was working on for the blog insisted on being in color. That might be a coincidence. Or, it might not. I really don’t know.
At any rate, for whatever the reason, maybe I’ve gotten that out of my system.
I saw these tanks on my fantastic photography weekend in Roswell, and liked how the shadow of the perforations on the walkway went from being in focus to out of focus as the tank curved away.
Roswell, New Mexico
photographed 4.10.2014
* “tiniest bit” = “very”




