Tag Archives: Texas
Shadow of the Bass
Social Comment
Even old people do it. Texting! Seated so close to each other, you would think they could just talk.
Weed in the Rocks
Plant and attempt to cultivate something in these desert rocks and it will soon die, but weeds, unattended, grow and thrive. Is this some sort of life-defining metaphor?
Colors of the Season
December Leaf
South Texas Art Train
Trailer Park Fog
Now Hiring
Lucky
Afternoon Light
Who would ever think such greenery could exist in a predominately brown, gray desiccated desert? The afternoon sunlight skimming across these trees – I think they are cottonwoods, Mesquite and creosote – was a big surprise in the Big Bend National Park.
All day, we had been driving a self-guided tour in the southwest section of the park seeing nothing but earth tones, ragged volcanic features and dry desert floor. When we happened upon this scene somewhere near the end of the Ross Maxwell Scenic Drive at the Castalon/Santa Elena junction, I had to stop for the photo. It says everything about the concepts of “end of the day, rocking on the porch and sipping something refreshing.”
What does it say to you?
Old Friends
An old man interrupted his walk,
leaned onto his cane with crossed hands,
gazed into the extraordinary morning light
and remembered old friends.