The Town Square Was Empty- Pilot Point, Texas, a Photo Essay

Exploring with Brian in Pilot Point,TX

Small town charm, Pilot Point Texas

Church sign and empty parking lot, Texas

Quaint, isn't it? Texas

Pilot Point, Labor Day

Oh darling.
I want to show you at your very best, I want to show you off and off and off.
Be the belle of the ball, suitors lined ten deep and drowning in your beauty.
But.
Age has not been so kind to you.
( Though kinder than most )

Pilot Point was unexpected. We got in the car after a heavy breakfast and a stop at a gas station for roadtrip snacks (ranch cornuts and Arizona iced tea for me, taquitos for him). Ray Roberts Lake was the goal, if you can have a “goal” when your only direction is d-r-i-v-e, baby, drive us out of here. We drove through the exploding boom of Little Elm, past the random tropical madness that is Savannah, past fields and more fields, crops of gold and seas of green. Cows meander here, calm and lazy. Horses roam free, donkeys mingle with all crowds, and every so often you’ll come across an alpaca farm with their curious eyes watching you speed on past down the highway. After a half hour of this repetition, music was blasting through the speakers, my phone in my hand shooting off texts to friends, photos to social medias, I wasn’t even paying attention to the changing landscape outside…

Pilot Point Bearcats!

hometown pride, clouds

Miss American Beauty

Oh americana, let me hold you close as we fall on by
break my heart with your past
and dust off these traditions you call so sacred
with the blood on their hands
( the blood on our hands )

And then hush.
The highway turned into a road, the road into bumpy dirt, then back to rumpled blacktop and the playlist on the radio went to a pause just as we came out into a flag lined square. My skin sizzled under the heat of the sun and I was almost afraid of disturbing the silence that seeped into every little crevice of this town, the utter desolation of this perfect little slice of America. But there was so much to see, so much to explore, it would have been against manifest destiny itself to stay in the car and not see what I could see.

Gods I love this Place, Texas

Bonnie And Clyde

A horse on this wall

The magnificence of these skies

You can find beauty anywhere
and here, in the land of god
in the land of men and beasts of burden
we all love to drag our feet in the dust
( drag me right through the middle of town, right down)

Sometimes I don’t feel like I belong here, in Texas. But wandering around the hot streets of Pilot Point that day, the clouds hanging above the buildings like cotton candy day dreams, camera clutched in my sweating hands, I think I found yet another thing to love and remember.

~m

6 comments

  1. ComaDiary · January 8, 2015

    This looks just like I’ve always imagined Texas! Look at all those flags, brilliant!
    I think sometimes we don’t always fit in a place all the time, sometimes different times in a place fit us better.

    • FablesandCoffee · January 11, 2015

      Ugh, couldn’t have said that better myself, you took the words right out of my hands :P

  2. Lana · January 10, 2015

    Do you know why it became a ghost town?

    We have a couple in the UK from when various industries/mining collapsed. All a bit sad really. Still, beautiful photographs (as usual).

    • FablesandCoffee · January 11, 2015

      Hmm, I don’t think it’s considered a ghost town just yet, since they have a pretty healthy population (around 3,856 at the 2010 census) but the town itself has definitely seen better times, as most people seem to live outside of the central town on farms/estates. I think thats what I find most interesting,that slow decay thats creeping in on the town center. If I ever make it to the Uk I really hope I can explore those towns, though hopefully I can get to Detroit and places here first…. and hopefully not get shot at or mugged for being a nosy photographer :P

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