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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Monday, June 21, 2010

Mankins

            I saw Mankins on the list of Ghost Towns of Texas. We stopped by there this afternoon to take a look. Take note of the construction of the walls, particularly the storage barn door, which seems reminiscent of what we might see on the Greek isles in their own construction methods of taking stones from other structures and from other places to construct new buildings.
This small building stands on the side of Hwy 82, eighteen-wheelers rushing past it at sixty miles per hour. 


On the front door, Fedex had left a note.
























The white figure at the top of the stairs looks like a gargoyle, one of several we saw standing guard at the entrances of the two dwellings. 





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  1. shutterbug2007June 21, 2010 at 11:00 PM

    Awesome series here, Elisabeth. Love the b&w treatment of the last pic.

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