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Showing posts with label Beaumont. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beaumont. Show all posts
Monday, December 8, 2008
Flag still wave into the sunset.
Flags in the sunset from a couple years ago at a church in Beaumont Texas. You can tell the flags had quite a whipping in the wind.
One thing about flags, they may get a bit frayed, but their message just intensifies.
--steve buser
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Spin me up, Scottie
It's the big one. It's in town. You've been waiting, now it's time to cut loose. The State Fair is here.
Get your body ready to spin, tumble, fall, and swoop in the hands of mechanical monsters. The lights, the food, the screaming music. It brings us all together. The exhibits, the animals, the contests, the bands. State Fair time.
This one is the South Texas State Fair, in Beaumont, Texas from a couple years ago.
--steve buser
Get your body ready to spin, tumble, fall, and swoop in the hands of mechanical monsters. The lights, the food, the screaming music. It brings us all together. The exhibits, the animals, the contests, the bands. State Fair time.
This one is the South Texas State Fair, in Beaumont, Texas from a couple years ago.
--steve buser
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Spinning down
I am totally convinced that the sky likes to play with rustic things. Even in this case, where the windmill was totally ornamental. The spinning toy tower sat out in front of a miniature golf course. But what did the sky know? It just saw a windmill and said "that would look neat with some bright pastels and some glowing highlights. So, one night the sky showed off its work -- I happened to be passing by and caught it with my glass eye.
--steve buser
--steve buser
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Horn-heavy
Sunday, October 21, 2007
The fence walker
This fence walker was one of my favorite photo subjects in the backyard of our last house. He and I would spend quite a lot of time together . It was a strained freindship -- he was always ready to bolt if I did anything he considered threatening. But some times he would let me get close enough for a good shot. Sometimes, like this, he thought he was more invisible that he would. Any tree was to him a cloak of invisibility.
-- steve buser
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Going Home
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Clouds don't sleep
On a nearly cloudless day, the clouds have escaped onto the dark glass of this building in Beaumont, TX.
Where is this? Here
--steve buser
Where is this? Here
--steve buser
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Morning crossing
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