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| Van Horn, Texas. August 2017. |
I spent my first night as newly rootless in Van Horn, Texas.
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| Van Horn, Texas. August 2017. |
My first impression of Van Horn was rather ho-hum, but the town revealed whimsical charms in the early evening, after I finished settling into my motel room and then poked about a bit.
Right across the street from my motel was a city park. Mountain backdrop. A train track. Sturdy trees with muscular trunks. Globe lamps that glowed like moons. Squeaky squawky birds that loitered in a circular sand pit like loud adolescents with nothing else to do on a Saturday night except hang out in a park and stir up some trouble.
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| Van Horn, Texas. August 2017. |
Further down the strip was a sculpture park at a business called Los Nogales. Extra-terrestial insectiles and the like, along with a disheveled desk that looked artsy and intentional in the foreground of the mountain landscape.
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| Van Horn, Texas. August 2017. |
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| Van Horn, Texas. August 2017. |
Listen to these squeakers in the park!
A Van Horn slide show:
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