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The long legs of evening
The afternoon sun makes the shadow into a shape that reminds me of long, skinny legs.
Yellowhouse Canyon
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 6.9.2016
The Fence
To be honest, I am not entirely sure what the purpose of this fence is. To keep that mostly-dead mesquite tree from advancing? To create an additional challenge for the person who mows*? To keep very fat, but not very smart, snakes at bay?
But it doesn’t really matter when it does such a good job of hanging on to the low afternoon light.
Yellowhouse Canyon
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 6.9.2016
*Yeah, so I am the person who mows.
The only hill around
Sometimes you have to make your own fun.
Other times, you have to make your own topography.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 6.9.2016
Geometries
Maybe you know how it is – how that plain metal building and that basketball goal are so plain, so every-day, that you hardly notice them. Until that one day, when the sun’s right and the photographer’s mood is, too, and it is suddenly something that’s almost otherworldly.
That’s what happened here.
Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 6.9.2016
Flyer Club
One of the surprising things around Lubbock, given its reputation as a place without discernible topography, is the canyon that’s to the east of town. (Here’s more information, and that photo titled Yellowhouse Canyon near Slaton, Texas is exactly the view we’ll have from our future house.)
But I digress.
This is the entrance to a now-defunct radio-controled airplane club. At least, that’s what I’ve heard, fourth or fifth hand. But even if that’s not accurate information (the part about the RC planes, I mean, as I am pretty sure whatever was there isn’t in operation any longer) I like how the sign hangs there in the trees and the little caliche road wanders over the hill.
Yellowhouse Canyon
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 4.24.2016
One Day | One Image 