We will never be the same again, no, not ever. But now we return to Lubbock.
Tired but happy.
If only we'd caught some fish.
They'd have had to be rare dirt fish.
If only we were reporters for Field & Stream, or Texas Monthly!
We'd love to get a call from Texas Monthly. Nowhere else can you see so many pictures of Texas, of the HUMBLE things and the ORDINARY things, of Texas. They'd ask us how we do it, and buy us a tricked-out SUV and send us here and send us there, to photograph and report on the ordinary and humble and over-looked things of Texas. But no. That will never happen. Texas Monthly is all about solid gold, diamond studded horseshoes, and singers and song writers and guitar players and politicians and oil men. Dallas socialites and monuments. It's not to be.
We are as humble as the crap I take pictures of, and darn well proud of it!
That's Loop 289 in the distance. Lubbock is now so vasty that the Loop can no longer contain it. Look out world! Lubbock is OOZING OUT, coming to ABSORB you and ANNEX you, like just another small town!
We're comin' to git yah!!
We are as humble as the crap I take pictures of, and darn well proud of it!
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