Earlier today a small group of us went out and served the homeless. It was hot!
In case you don’t know we are in Texas. The temperature right now is reaching at least the mid to high 90’s every day.
I honestly don’t know what the high was today…I just know it was hot.
We went to a number of our normal stops and gave away a lot of drinks, snacks, toilet paper, books and a few socks. After a few hours…we had given away most of the food. Only a few snacks left. The last place to stop was in the heart of the homeless area and I just didn’t feel we had enough. I hate to start handing out stuff then run out. So we called it a day.
Our group got back in our air conditioned cars and chatted on our cell phones and decided where we would go eat lunch.
We sat in an air conditioned restaurant and ate food that was served to us and drank unlimited amounts of cold beverage.
My guilt boiled up when we packed up and drove away from the people who did not have a choice. I was hot, sweaty and uncomfortable. I wanted to take a cool shower and put on clean clothes. The people sitting along the street, trying to stay in the shade, they didn’t have a choice.
I know for many of them it was a string of bad choices that helped them end up on the street. I know I could also end up on the street. But for this moment this is where they are and where I am…and today I felt guilty for having the opportunity to walk away.
Usually my family patiently treks around with me as search for photo opportunities. They sit in the car listening to music, looking at their phones, waiting for me to walk across the field, cross the road or work my way inside an abandon building.
This recent trip was a little different. Some extended family made the trip to West Texas with us. As the entire group went to breakfast, someone had to wait in the car with the dog. It is way too hot in Texas to let your dog stay in the car if the air conditioner is not running. I volunteered to hang with the dog. Tina suggested I drive around and take pictures – she knew I had been eyeing a few places. I quickly jumped at the idea.
I drove back out State Route 84 to a dilapidated shack. I had noticed the shack on our way into town.
As I drove to the shack I noticed this house that appears to still be occupied and out by a rundown barn stood a windmill…honestly the windmill caught my eye…I love windmills.
I am finding myself drawn to the old-style water towers. I am considering a photo collection of them. Here is the Snyder Texas Water Tower…found during my photo drive.
I hope you enjoyed this small tour of Snyder Texas...I sure enjoyed taking the photos.
When I first moved to Texas I was told the way to tell the seasons apart…
Winter: The sky is blue, the grass is brown and there are no leafs on the trees.
Summer: The sky is blue, the grass is brown and there are leafs on the trees.
Apparently my friend forgot to mention the one season that is bright and colorful. Lush green dotted with pinks, yellows, purples, whites and so many more colors.
My absolute favorite season….Spring.
This afternoon Tina and I drove to West Texas. The highways lined with beautiful spring flowers. The median filled with pink, the fields of green stretched to the horizon.
Me, driving along the highway, surrounded by spring blooms…my happy place.
It is an abandon grocery store. If you look closely at the weather worn painting on the side of the building you can make out, Piggly Wiggly. This is a grocery store chain mostly found in the south of the United States. I was actually surprised to learn that this chain still exists. I guess because I’ve never seen an open one.
On the opposite side of the building was a weather worn painting I really liked.
I actually think the weathered look adds to the appearance of the painting.
To view more photos inspired by the word “weathered” visit The Daily Post.
Grand Prairie is one of many areas referred to as the mid-cities in the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex. Recently I happened to be in Grand Prairie for work. As I drove down Main Street I noticed a marquee in the distance. I am always attracted to old theater marquees. And the Uptown Theater did not disappoint. Now that I know it exists I can’t wait to catch a show.
The marquee caught my eye. But when I stopped to take a photo, I noticed the doors.
The doors remind me of the movie house era, when tickets cost a quarter. (Not that I remember those days!)
The letters C or D…this is what Cee wants pictures of this week.
C = Cowboy
Awhile back we were visiting family in Snyder Texas. I found this cool piece of metal art at the local college. It actually represents their mascot – The Westerners. However, I’ve chosen to call him a cowboy…for this challenge!
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