yesterday in September

my hand is for scale. 

random Austin corner. 

tiny Buda. it's a twee town about 15 miles outside of Austin. the guy on this water tower has six fingers. 

the little "b" was distracting. 

I go through filter phases. the topography here warrants lurid surreality. 

apparently Texas has the highest-per-capita number of Dairy Queens, pardon, DQs in the United States. 

outside the methy truck stop. 

and inside, for your bait needs. 

roadside horror movie. 

a dry riverbed. most of them are. I only saw one lizard. 

facing the other way. 

feel my joy. 

if lightning struck this forest, it'd burn like a motherfucker. 

flora! Texas flowers bite back. I pulled several burrs out of my skin. 

the whine of cicadas and grasshoppers permeated this otherwise placid bucolia. saw the biggest, gnarliest black moth-thing. otherwise, it was just me and the faraway shouts of people motoring down the nearby river. 

fauna! see the squirrel in front of the baby? it ran under the mom and she kicked at it without even glancing down. the deer here are lanky and imposing. y'know that Louis CK thing where he's like "deer are fucking assholes"? 

colorized carbuncles on the succulents that grow everywhere. 

the bar mat at the White Horse. 

I posted this sign earlier. now it's nighttime and the moon is full. 

Texan grocery store. 

I was (not entirely soberly) loudly pronouncing this as "FUHD" at the store, but perhaps it's meant to be "FŪD", because it's FOOD? I like "FUHD" better. 

the travels end tonight.