Yes, I got out in the country with the Canon, and found some NEW things to examine. A lot of this stuff is emblematic of West Texas, of the Lubbock area.
Of course, you find engines of destruction, or "development", as some call it.
In this area it does not matter that much, since what you find in nature is already a lot like a parking lot.
You can have horses out here.
You have sand dunes!
What I'd like is a junkyard.
This is not a bad junkyard at all.
Got a boat but no water to make it float. Got mashed potatoes, ain't got no t-bone...
We got wide open spaces out here, and we are not so very far from...
... Wolfforth! If I spelled it right. Who cares? And if you are still not happy...
... you can get you some FIRECRACKERS!!
Give a West Texan a good old World Class firecracker and he or she will be happy happy happy. I hope they are not made in China. I bet they are. Someday even West Texans will be made in China. You can take that to the bank.
Happy happy happy.
How and when the actual end came for this business I do not know. Nor do I know the why of it.
I'd really like to see inside, but I didn't see an easy entry and I would probably have been trespassing. Best not to try that.
The remaining structures photograph well.
I will never return to Economy Mills. I might visit the feedlot, if it doesn't still stink of pig manure.
Tomorrow I begin the 63rd Reunion coverage. I am curious. How many will actually attend? I anticipate that the rest of this week will be very busy.
Whenever I drive anywhere I either see places we visited or see new places to visit and photograph. We used to go somewhere every weekend. I have to get back in that habit. Hard to do. Recovery from the loss of a loved one is impossible. At best, you find ways to adapt. I'm still trying to adapt.
I saved all of the photos we took together. The new stuff, the things I'm doing solo, I consider disposable. There is no reason at all to preserve the solo efforts. There aren't going to be any good memories in this new stuff. It's just something I'm doing to kill time, to stay occupied.
Had to use the telephoto for the pics of this train.
I hope this stuff looks bleak enough. It was a bleak day. By the way, Lubbock High School Class of 1955 is having their 63rd Reunion this weekend, here in Lubbock, and I will be there to document it. So many have fallen, including my wife. How long can these gatherings go on? The pics I take at this reunion will go up on a blog I've got, devoted to LHS Class of 1955. This work will keep me busy for a while, at least.
I think I will finish Economy Mills next time. I still have the photos in my Canon to post. Looks like there might be a delay getting everything up.
Of course, you find engines of destruction, or "development", as some call it.
In this area it does not matter that much, since what you find in nature is already a lot like a parking lot.
You can have horses out here.
You have sand dunes!
What I'd like is a junkyard.
This is not a bad junkyard at all.
Got a boat but no water to make it float. Got mashed potatoes, ain't got no t-bone...
We got wide open spaces out here, and we are not so very far from...
... Wolfforth! If I spelled it right. Who cares? And if you are still not happy...
... you can get you some FIRECRACKERS!!
Give a West Texan a good old World Class firecracker and he or she will be happy happy happy. I hope they are not made in China. I bet they are. Someday even West Texans will be made in China. You can take that to the bank.
Happy happy happy.
