That day we drove home, I got fidgety and bored. I was tired, too. And cranky. Yes! I must have been just a JOY to travel with.
Anyway, I decided to shoot some intentionally blurry photos as we drove through Brownwood. It didn’t necessarily make me less fidgety, bored, tired, or crazy, but it diverted my attention from all that stuff for a few minutes.
I’m just guessing, using many context clues, that those posted membership rates could be negotiable.
(I used to have a job that was awful for many, many reasons. One of the reasons was the sexist boss, who would take the male employees out golfing on a routine basis. The women? Nope. We never got invited. My work friend and I decided to address the issue by taking golf lessons, talking about it all the time at work, and acting as though we actually liked golf. We thought that might shift the balance a little bit. It did, too, only not quite the way we’d anticipated: she got transferred out of state and I got fired. But anyway, along about that same time, my son and I played at this little course several times. My son is hilarious and so our golf games were…uh…unorthodox. And we had a hell of a good time, more fun that was ever possible if I’d to play with that sexist boss and his enablers. So things worked out.) (Also, right after I got fired from that job – which I didn’t even like – I landed my current job, which is the best job I’ve ever had. So, again, things worked out.)
There are many things I don’t understand, and I think that photographing them may help me think about them in a different way, or at least think about them at all.
Out there on the far side of Brownfield there is a roadside shrine: a tall cross, a grotto, floodlights – the whole thing. I’ve photographed it twice. I still don’t really get it, but this time I did learn that diffused and shadowy light outside can still make interesting shadows in the grotto.
So, there’s that.
Terry County, Texas
I don’t know. As far as I am aware, the Texas Department of Transportation doesn’t have any guidelines that mandate two stop signs at intersections that are extra dangerous. And I’ve traveled miles (many, many miles) and have never encountered a double-stop sign. So who knows?
But at least I did the right thing, from a photographic standpoint. I documented what I found.
Terry County, Texas