Friday, April 15, 2016

A Visit To Cooper School

There's a tiny community out on Highway 87 that hosts what the locals call "Cooper School" or the "Cooper School District". We took no pics of the schools there, but found other things to photograph.




This old structure was interesting. It used to house a flea market, judging by some old signs. Not anymore. It is a home to numerous pigeons, and a lot of junk.




Seems like this thing could still be used for something...











This structure is probably older than "Cooper School".
And this is the only thing we found worth photographing in "Cooper". On the way back home we stopped to view some buildings that used to be part of "The Strip". And we took a close look at more junked cars. I'll have that next.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

A Bold Journey

From Lubbock to the Acuff Steakhouse, and back to Lubbock! And when we returned to Lubbock I just kept on snapping pictures!




Truly, a voyage of discovery.




This view of the skyline of downtown Lubbock is so comforting.




We've lived here a long time. Have I mentioned that my wife went to Lubbock High School with Buddy Holly? They were both Class of '55. I came here in 1967 to attend what was then Texas Technological College.




We have a lot of memories. 




AHHHHHH! Avenue Q!




 
 

Saturday, April 9, 2016

We Have Seen The Acuff Steakhouse

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!!