During the 1920s in Archer County, on land owned by the Gose family, the Texhoma Oil Company set stakes around which developed a town. The town stood up on a small elevation on the rolling plains. Texhoma City, also known as Gose City, provided for the workers and their families up until the 1930s. By the 1940s, the population had fallen from a peak of 500, it is thought, to 150. Please see The Texas State Historical Association's online handbook about Texhoma City.
The concrete of one of its four businesses remains, a gas station.
A concrete sign reads "Gose District."
Walkway, no doubt lining the front of one of the businesses, perhaps a general store.
Today's bird count at Lake Wichita included several hundred Ring-billed seagulls, a few Canada geese, mallards, Northern shovelers, gadwalls, Green-winged teals, Killdeers, dowagers, yellow-legs, Red-winged blackbirds, Starlings, a Cardinal, a Great-blue heron, sandpipers, Carolina wrens, Song sparrow, and two other sparrows.
At home, White-breasted nuthatches, Goldfinches, House finches, Robins, and a woodpecker, added to my count.
Pictured at top, Lake Wichita at low water level (30%) and Ring-billed gulls. Bottom photo, taken with a new wine-colored filter I bought from Ben, shows several hundred gulls standing along the opposite shore.
As I positioned my tripod and camera to make a photo of a hunter's chair in the woods, I heard a huff behind me. Turning around, I saw a cow and her little one watching me from only a few yards away. The cow and the calf appeared to feel curious. She raised her muzzle in my direction and gave me the loudest moo I have ever heard, then both walked away.
And the photo of the chair? Not much to look at, for my first study of hunters' chairs, but a good beginning to the project I have in mind. Infrared photo post-processed in Nik's SilverEfex.
Built in the 20s; left in the 60s. Hardwood floors, green tiled roofing. How very much we wish to renovate this house where we saw a barn owl hiding in one of its closets. Clay caught it gently and released it out the door.
"I used to have lunch on this balcony," he said. "You can see for miles from here, before the trees grew."
Time passes, and I wondered what it felt like for someone to see his folks' place abandoned, in such disrepair . . . a mammoth skeleton in the midst of the prairie that reminds contemporary people of past wealth and perhaps, of the tender grasp of happiness and hope, both fleeting. Yet, forty years marks a long life span, and I want to think they were a good forty years in this home.
Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods. Let us go then, you and I like two etherized patients floating through life, together feeling prufrockian. DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up. One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers. I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain. Throw chinese coins for the I Ching. Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil. Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns. Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya. Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.