Saturday, September 17, 2011

Ugly Places

I go on lots of walks, runs, and rides in my little town.  I see it's pride and joy: a high school remodel with the biggest jumbotron in this part of Texas, new housing editions that are all glare and brick, or a handful of fast food restaurants. 
Then, my excursions take me through the backside of town: broken sidewalks, cheap rent houses, refineries, and railroad tracks that end in a field.  I kind of like the ugly places.  It's a habit to look for pleasing things in them- a certain light on water, a tuft of grass in concrete seams, a pattern in a shadow... whatever, and capture a bit of it.   The rivers and parks of last summer vacation seem like another planet to me as I run down our crumbling streets and past our smelly river. 







But, water is water, even if it's kind of smelly; and sunlight is light, even if it's setting over a tank farm.    

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