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I’ve made photos at this place before, a couple of years ago. Not much had changed on this stop; the place is still slowly falling down and I still found it charming.
But I take that back. Actually a couple of things had changed. The dog that barked all the time I was there on the first stop wasn’t around. And, my granddaughter Hannah, who’s 8, was working as my assistant, helping me spot things to shoot. She’s announced plans to take her photography “to the next level” and while I am not sure I know what that means, exactly, I am pretty proud of her. Another photographer in the family! Anyway, we checked out the pink toilet, which you can see here. It was pretty disgusting, but Hannah showed a pragmatic side when she said, “Well, if you have to go, I guess it’s not that bad.”
Seymour, Texas
photographed 11.29.2015
A sort of guillotine
Another shot of the abandoned gas station that was featured here and here.
Those last pieces of broken glass hanging, in defiance of gravity, at the top of the window frame look like they could do some damage if they were to let go. I stayed away, just in case.
Seymour, Texas
photographed 12.25.2013
And there was a pink toilet
So, that old gas station I found in Seymour, Texas, isn’t completely monochromatic after all.
The restroom door was shut when I was exploring the place. And you probably would have laughed at the technique I used to open the door: I hit it, hard, with the heel of my hand, to pop the door open and scare away any critters who might be inside (although where I thought they’d go isn’t exactly clear to me.)
But that bit of unnecessary drama was worth it, when the door swung open to this amazing sight.
Seymour, Texas
photographed 12.25.2013
It all blends together, eventually
This was a nice find as we drove through Seymour. At least I thought so; the nearby dog took exception to my being there and barked non-stop.
This is the back wall of a long-abandoned gas station, the old-time kind with a service bay. What caught my eye here was the way that all the different things – stucco wall, electric meter, weeds – have started to take on the same sort of texture, blending their colors together in a shade we could call Decline.
Seymour, Texas
photographed 12.25.2013
October 16
Yep, I sure did drive around the block and down an alley to get this shot. That doesn’t surprise anyone, does it?
Seymour, Texas
photographed 8.13.2010
One Day | One Image 