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Parking (lots)
The first time I stopped in this town, a man pulled up in a truck and asked if he could “hep” me. He said, “She* seen you turn around at the gate** and we was wonderin’ if you needed some hep.”
I assumed that “hep” was a local word for “murder” so in a classic move, I tried some misdirection: I asked him where the cemetery was (“Own it, murderer!” was what I said to myself.) He told me it was down yonder, just past the silver*** house and I made a quick escape.
And then: I WENT BACK to that place. I didn’t see my friend from before, and to honest, I sort of missed him – I reckoned that I could add to my narrative.
Guess I’ll have to go back. Or is that too much fate-tempting?
Foss, Oklahoma
photographed 11.27.2021
*I don’t know who “she” was/is.
**I also don’t think I turned around at the gate?
***By “silver” he meant gray. Gray siding.
Jug-a-Lug
I stopped because of the Jug-a-Lug sign. But I made the image because of the state of that building with the boarded over windows and the (probably ineffective) patches.
So my Very Important Lesson For The Day© is that sometimes the thing you think you need to photograph is actually the thing that leads you to the thing you need to photograph.
Weatherford, Oklahoma
photographed 11.27.2021
Security Dog
You know how sometimes you go to an unfamiliar town and it feels comfortable and happy and friendly and you say to yourself, “I think I could live in a place like this!” and then you spend a happy few minutes imagining your new life in this magical place?
This was not that kind of town.
Bridgeport, Oklahoma
photographed 11.27.2021
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




