Ron and I went hunting breezeblocks again this afternoon. My list now stands at 86 properties with either breezeblocks, shadow blocks, or a combination of the two. I have found 51 examples of hidden circles; seven examples of Empress; six of square-in-square; five of double-Y; two of double-X; one each of arch/cathedral and snowflake; assorted squares and rectangles; and a handful of mystery styles, including a couple of Empress variants I haven’t been able to identify. I also spotted at least nine examples of shadow blocks in varying patterns — and we still haven’t inventoried the mid-century subdivisions in the southwest quadrant.
The featured photo at the top of this post is one I shot in December of the front of my church — a gorgeous A-frame with a snowflake-pattern breezeblock wall out front. Here are a couple more views, showing that stunning backlit cross:
First Presbyterian doesn’t have the market cornered on ecclesiastical breezeblocks, though. Immanuel Baptist Church makes nice use of hidden circles here:
We also found quite a few commercial installations:
Motel designers were especially fond of breezeblocks:
And last but not least, here’s a pretty residential application:
It was at this point in the trip that I turned to Ron and said, “If he’d build it out of breezeblocks, I might have to rethink my position on Trump’s ‘big, beautiful wall.'” And then I had an idea for the greatest political compromise in the history of ever … but that’s another post for another day.
NOTE: This is part of the new novel I am writing. I am posting it here as a diversion for readers who may be living under shelter-in-place policies while the world waits for the coronavirus pandemic to pass. For an explanation of this project, please click here.
Back to School Aug. 20, 2018 ~ Tumbleweed Motel, Coldwater, N.M.
Morgan’s head throbbed dully as she rolled over and shut off the alarm on her phone. Her sinuses ached, and her throat burned. So much for starting the new school year on a good note.
As if there are any good notes left, she thought, wincing as she sat up. All the good notes died with Daddy.
She shoved her feet into a pair of dollar-store clogs she’d bought at the beginning of summer. They didn’t exactly fit, but they were less uncomfortable than anything else she owned at the moment. Grabbing the clothes she’d laid out the night before — underwear, jeans, and one of Daddy’s old T-shirts — she schlepped into the bathroom to get ready for school. Continue reading Back to School→