So far, we've been searching for signs of small houses, and we have not found any. We were wondering where they might be. Of course, they are SMALL... just how small are these things, anyway? Should we be revising our search methods? Have I, in my ignorance, already STEPPED ON a small house, and caused untold damage and hardship?
Oh, clumsy me! Cloddish and clumsy creature of the Earth! I've been stomping around with my camera, crushing entire neighborhoods, entire cities, into the dirt, and have not even noticed! No, surely not.
We've driven here, and driven there, we dined in a local restaurant, and I even went to the restroom in a big convenience store on a hill, in desperate need to expel that which I ate, and still no sign of the big small house revolution. We were determined not to return to Lubbock until we had gotten to the bottom of this social upheaval.
We continue our exagimination of this town. No revolutionary small houses yet. We are in the business district. Or, it might have been that, once.
Every time we visit this place, we wonder, what HAPPENED to Spur? Or, what FAILED to happen to Spur?
We were hoping that the big small house revolution might transform the town.
We are still looking for new little houses, as opposed to old little houses that are falling apart, and documenting various buildings in the main business district.
This old house seems to be past its prime.
Spur appears a little more dilapidated every time we visit...
We always wonder what it would take to put some more life into Spur. A small house revolution?
I could not help but wonder, while we were in Spur, of how different nationalities might pronounce the name. Spoy, maybe, or Schput, or Spar, or Spew, or Spoot, or Spah, or Spoor, or... the possibilities are endless.
A simple Vulgarian might say, "Yop, to bin Spoy I haf!!"
This kind of small house is too common in Spur, and not what we were looking for at all.
In fact, it is too big!
Too big for the small house revolution!
This one has a sun roof and furnishings, but it has nothing to do with the modern small house revolution.
Spur had a hotel, once. That's hard to imagine, today.
We have no idea what this old ruin was, once-- what purpose it served.
Did someone LIVE here, once? Whose clothes are those? Who slept/sleeps, on that ratbag of a mattress?
Oh, clumsy me! Cloddish and clumsy creature of the Earth! I've been stomping around with my camera, crushing entire neighborhoods, entire cities, into the dirt, and have not even noticed! No, surely not.
We've driven here, and driven there, we dined in a local restaurant, and I even went to the restroom in a big convenience store on a hill, in desperate need to expel that which I ate, and still no sign of the big small house revolution. We were determined not to return to Lubbock until we had gotten to the bottom of this social upheaval. 
