Texas Gulf Coast, and the road home
I can tell some stories with pictures, and other tales, are best left to printed form. Maybe all the stories will be collected and published. Maybe I’ll just have a few, errant memories.
The road homeward skirted the edge of the rich and fertile town, the little car’s AC blowing cold. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong, not “wrong” wrong, just slightly askew.
Temperature in one town, on the bank building? 105 degrees.
It’s barley past the middle of May, “30 minutes to the coast, 5 minutes from Hell.”
Sort of depends.
From the dock, to the signs in the small towns, to a DQ, through Pandora – wouldn’t I like P.O. box there – through China Grove, Northbound on 87. Unlike the song, which is about Southbound on 87.
- Camera: iPhone 14 Plus
- Flash fired: no
- Focal length: 5.7mm
- ISO: 40
- Shutter speed: 1/120s
