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Framed

Way back in the dark ages, before we starting stockpiling toilet paper* someone was concerned enough about window frames to lay in a supply. Those were indeed simpler times.

Santa Anna, Texas
photographed 2.17.2020

*You know, like a week and a half ago.

All the diamonds

My college boyfriend – let’s call him “Steve”* – and I spent a weekend in this town back in the day. His grandmother lived here and so did an aunt and we went to visit. My only clear recollections of that trip are that Steve and I climbed up the cliff behind the town and that his grandmother said I looked like Haley Mills. (Editor: Nope. I did not look one bit like Haley Mills. Maybe she told all of Steve’s girlfriends that story.)

The other thing I learned is that the town’s name, as pronounced by the locals, is “Santy Anna” with the words sort of mashed together into one.

And this? This is the side entrance to the church.

First United Methodist Church
Santa Anna, Texas
photographed 2.17.2020

*The main reason we should call him Steve is that was his actual name.

Stepping Up

When I was in urban planning school in New Orleans, I learned that in New Orleanian vernacular, houses built like this – one story in front and two in back – were called “camelback” houses. And they were built that way because property taxes were assessed based on the building’s height on the front property line.

(Today’s post has been brought to you by the Department of Useless Information That Resides Inside My Head. Thank you for your time.)

Santa Anna, Texas
photographed 2.17.2020

And there was light

The gentleman who was mowing the lawn across the street from the church was mightly interested in what I was doing. I guess they don’t get too many photographers wandering around town.

Anyway, I ducked out of his view, down a sidewalk, and was rewarded with the sight of the sun cutting through the old pressed glass windows.

First United Methodist Church
Santa Anna, Texas
photographed 2.17.2020

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