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Rolled, stored, and forgotten
So, I pulled off the road to photograph a falling-down wooden building. It offered only marginal photographically-interesting things, so I wandered around a bit more and then found this. I made the photo because of that rolled up thing in the corner, but between when I made it and when I wrote this post, I changed my mind: now my favorite part is the scars on the metal wall, which speak to generations of various kinds of farm equipment banging into the wall.
Halfway, Texas
photographed 11.12.2021
José, 1958
On one corner of this cemetery, there was a huge black marble marker. It was taller than me and I am sure they needed a sizeable crane to lift it into place. I didn’t photograph it.
But this tiny marker? I loved it.
Springlake, Texas
photographed 11.12.2021
Leftovers
The silvery mylar on the out-of-business store made me feel like I was a foil-wrapped leftover. I know: my mind *is* very random, but don’t even act like you just now noticed.
Olton, Texas
photographed 11.12.2021
En Suite
Here’s another abandoned farmhouse – you can see another view of it here – and it was pretty fancy back in its day, which you can clearly imagine by looking at the en suite bathroom. (“En suite” is a term I never, ever, would use in regular conversation, but it came to mind when I looked through the window and saw that sink way over there on the bathroom wall.)
Deaf Smith County, Texas
photographed 11.13.2021
The Way Alice Left It
Based on the refrigerator magnets still in place at this abandoned farmhouse, a woman named Alice once lived here. I don’t know when she left, or why. All I know is that the house was full of what her life had been.
Deaf Smith County, Texas
photographed 11.12.2021
One Day | One Image 