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No one swims
Singer/songwriter James McMurtry’s song “We Can’t Make It Here Anymore” sums it all up:
In Dayton Ohio or Portland Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That’s done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming pool
Spur, Texas
photographed 5.24.2015
And so it goes
This town is becoming one of my favorite locations to photograph. And so it happened that on a sunny Sunday, my patient spouse and his sweet sister agreed to accompany me on a trip to see what needed its photo made. (He knew what he was in for. The Sweet Sister may have been shocked. Or bored. It was hard to tell. But she remained sweet, either way.)
Anyway, on that trip I found this weed, doing that thing that weeds do: taking over, one flower spike at a time.
Spur, Texas
photographed 5.24.2015
Metered Service
Of course I’ll walk down an alley!
That’s where the utility meters are.
Spur, Texas
photographed 3.14.2015
This took a while
It’s a big, old, leaky building. It’s full of old cars and trucks, broken (I assume) appliances, and piles and piles of clothes. This particular pile has been there so long that the coat hanger has started to rust, leaving a hanger-shaped stain on the shirt. In a rainy climate this wouldn’t take long – but Spur gets only about 23 inches of rain per year (less, lately: we’re in a drought). So, it’s been a while since that pile of shirts landed on the floor.
Spur, Texas
photographed 3.14.2015
Blocks of Color
If the Caribbean were cut into blocks and stacked up, this is what it would look like.
Spur, Texas
photographed 3.14.2015
One Day | One Image 