Late evening sun shining across a large tree trunk at Surfside beach on the Texas gulf coast.
The midpoint cafe along Route 66 in Adrian, Texas…they are famous for their ugly crust pies…personally I was will remember them for their warmth and wholesomeness.
This is the wash pond at Mother Neff state park, which is the oldest state park in Texas. It’s a beautiful and peaceful place to sit and reflect. It is rare to not have a wedding happening every weekend at this park, unfortunately it is also prone to flooding; great measures are taken to prevent the loss of massive amounts of large aged pecan and oak trees.
The street musician (which I nicknamed "Sax Man") is ever present in downtown Austin. His alto sax reverberating off of the buildings is a haunting sound throughout the night. But at least the man can indeed play. We asked him to play some Coltrane and he immediately whipped some up.
Every Texas county has a County Courthouse. / This one is in Wise County in Decatur. / Each County Courthouse I’ve ever seen has great character and architecture. The Wise County Courthouse The present courthouse is the forth constructed in the county. The third courthouse was destroyed by fire on January 8, 1895. The burning of the third courthouse set off a controversy over the location of the county seat. An election was held in November of 1895 to see if the new courthouse should be constructed at a new location. Voters confirmed by a wide margin that Decatur was to remain the county seat. Plans for a courthouse were accepted from several architects, but on May 10, 1895 the contract was awarded to San Antonio architect J. Riely Gordon who agreed to also superintend the project for a fee of 5% of construction cost. The contract for construction was awarded to J.A. White who had the lowest bid of $95,000. Construction was to begin before June 1, 1895. In January of 1897, the building was completed and received by the commissioners court for a cost of about $110,000. The Wise County Courthouse is one of several designed by architect J. Riely Gordon in Texas in the last years of the nineteenth century. This courthouse is often compared to the Ellis County Courthouse in Waxahachie Texas. Like that building, the Wise County Courthouse is based on the cruciform plan and the Romanesque Revival architectural style which were both used with great success by J. Riely Gordon in Texas.
Every Texas county has a County Courthouse. / This one is in Wise County in Decatur. / Each County Courthouse I’ve ever seen has great character and architecture. The Wise County Courthouse The present courthouse is the forth constructed in the county. The third courthouse was destroyed by fire on January 8, 1895. The burning of the third courthouse set off a controversy over the location of the county seat. An election was held in November of 1895 to see if the new courthouse should be constructed at a new location. Voters confirmed by a wide margin that Decatur was to remain the county seat. Plans for a courthouse were accepted from several architects, but on May 10, 1895 the contract was awarded to San Antonio architect J. Riely Gordon who agreed to also superintend the project for a fee of 5% of construction cost. The contract for construction was awarded to J.A. White who had the lowest bid of $95,000. Construction was to begin before June 1, 1895. In January of 1897, the building was completed and received by the commissioners court for a cost of about $110,000. The Wise County Courthouse is one of several designed by architect J. Riely Gordon in Texas in the last years of the nineteenth century. This courthouse is often compared to the Ellis County Courthouse in Waxahachie Texas. Like that building, the Wise County Courthouse is based on the cruciform plan and the Romanesque Revival architectural style which were both used with great success by J. Riely Gordon in Texas.
Found in Stephenville, TX Erath County courthouse / Constructed mainly of Pecos red sandstone and locally quarried white limestone The Erath County Courthouse is a substantial three story edifice constructed of local white limestone and red Pecos sandstone. The tower of the building extends to a height of 95 feet, and the building’s base measures 60 by 80 feet. This building presents a variation on a traditional theme in early Texas courthouses of intersecting halls on the first floor dividing the first floor space into four major areas. The twist is that the tower walls extend down through the center of the building creating an open central space on the first floor. This central space or atrium has no immediate ceiling and is open to the second and third floors.
In Hillsboro, TX / Every Texas county has a County Courthouse. / This one is in Hill County. / Each County Courthouse I’ve ever seen has great character and architecture. The Hill County Courthouse is a three-story limestone structure of Second Empire style, but it also incorporates Classical Revival and Italianate influences. Two story high Corinthian columns, mansard roof treatment, and a wood framed three-tier 70 foot high clock tower covered with ornate tin work are the most conspicuous details of this regionally influenced architectural marvel. This building is the third and arguably the grandest of three similar courthouses designed by Waco architect W. C. Dodson in the last half of the 1880’s. Nearby Hood and Parker counties also have W.C Dodson courthouses of the same vintage. The Hood County Courthouse was actually constructed at about the same time as the Hill County Courthouse, and both buildings were completed in 1890. The Hood County Courthouse was, by design, a lesser structure and originally didn’t even have a clock tower included in its plan. The Parker County Courthouse was built several years earlier and although it’s a grand building, it lacks some of the ornate details present in the Hill County Courthouse. The first floor of the courthouse is roughly divided into quarters by intersecting halls. The second floor contains office space and the District Courtroom. The two story high ceiling of this courtroom extends up to the third floor balcony where additional seating is provides. The courthouse also has a basement. Evident from below the first floor is corrugated iron arches laid on the bottom flanges of iron beams. Concrete was poured onto this iron structure to form floors. This construction method was relatively new in 1889 and you won’t find it in buildings built much before this time. The Hill County Courthouse was destroyed by fire on the night of January 1, 1993. The destruction was nearly complete. All that remained standing was the four limestone walls. The courthouse was a wooden frame structure and the clock tower and wooden truss supported interior collapsed onto the basement. The massive iron staircases survived, but I don’t think much of anything else could be salvaged. It’s a testament to the determination of the residents and elected officials of Hill County that they were able to rebuild their beloved courthouse during the rest of the decade of the 1990’s. Today, the Hill County Courthouse is again perfect in nearly every detail.
In Glen Rose, TX The first courthouse on the square was completed around 1892 and burned down in 1893. Second courthouse on the square, the present day structure, was ordered built by the commissioners’ court in 1893 and completed late in the same year for a cost of $13,500. This courthouse employed elements of the Romanesque Revival architectural style. The building also featured a mansard roof treatment and ornamental iron crestings which are characteristic of the General Grant style. The courthouse was constructed of locally queried limestone. In 1902 a tornado damaged the courthouse and many other buildings on the town square. The courthouse roof and clock tower were severely damaged. At that time, the small rural county didn’t have the financial resources to properly repair the roof or replace the clock tower. A modest roof repair was made by local craftsmen which omitted the clock and some of the ornate details of the original roof. In 1986 the Somervell County Commissioners’ Court voted to restore the county courthouse.
In Glen Rose, TX The first courthouse on the square was completed around 1892 and burned down in 1893. Second courthouse on the square, the present day structure, was ordered built by the commissioners’ court in 1893 and completed late in the same year for a cost of $13,500. This courthouse employed elements of the Romanesque Revival architectural style. The building also featured a mansard roof treatment and ornamental iron crestings which are characteristic of the General Grant style. The courthouse was constructed of locally queried limestone. In 1902 a tornado damaged the courthouse and many other buildings on the town square. The courthouse roof and clock tower were severely damaged. At that time, the small rural county didn’t have the financial resources to properly repair the roof or replace the clock tower. A modest roof repair was made by local craftsmen which omitted the clock and some of the ornate details of the original roof. In 1986 the Somervell County Commissioners’ Court voted to restore the county courthouse.
Wildflowers covering a field in Las Colinas, TX
Wildflowers in Las Colinas, TX / Pink Evening Primrose is sometimes called Buttercup because it leaves yellow pollen on the tip of your nose when smelled. Drought tolerant flowers bloom from April to June throughout the state. Primrose often covers large, breathtaking areas
Dog whose ears are flying in the wind.
Again apologies about the spots.
A cloudy sunset over Batcave. again…spots.
I think……yes. She’s behind the window / Stop for a moment…Just now, quiet / Don’t disturb her, Hidden there, where she writes / Letters unknown, But still, Silent, Someone else speaks / Gazing for 60 years, When she was young / Her womb not yet full, Her mind taken with words / Such strange words, She writes, As though the ink never dries / The light never dimming…..It’s harder now / El Tocayo, He’s…….gone, / Deep into the night, the words flow / We cannot imagine her passing / The old one, with the happy laugh There is a home on our street, not far from my own. In this rather attractive, but otherwise un pretentious abode, sits a sprightly old lady, somewhere between the years of 75 and 80. She’s not a fashionable woman, nor well known, outside the invisible fence line which proscribes the fuzzy marker that surrounds the citizens of a remote community. She’s here. They…are 6000 miles to the south. It used to take two days with a surplus World War 2 Catalina, stripped of all armament, to traverse the distance from Miami to that jungle enclave, still perhaps 200 miles from Betty’s home of wood. If you hiked just that 200 miles, it would consume six weeks of arduous struggle, beneath a 30 kilo pack, and you’d probably contract malaria before arriving at a small village, confronting a few naked children, curiously watching from the nearest hut. All the rest of the village, save the chief and the perhaps eight of his eldest men, would be in hiding. Intermittently, labor gangs have marched noisily through these villages, M1’s in hand, and taken young boys and girls by force, to far off towns.. Most have never returned…. She and her ex military husband moved to this remote community nearly 60 years ago, something of a lifetime in terms of people younger than they, displaced, as I am, by miles and age, even though I have passed 50, years ago, they still created a career before I was born, a world and a philosophy away. In ideas, perhaps a universe apart. It was to both narrow, and to become nearly one. In 1996, Wade Evans wrote a journalized and photographic history of one of the world’s greatest anthropologists, Richard Evans Schultes, in his tome, “The Lost Amazon”. The volume is richly illustrated, and in the realm of Amazonian study, is hard to release to the coffee table, once opened. There are still areas of that land, quite near the home where I lived, which teem with rare insects, tower great Mahogony trees, still dance with the screams of furry monkeys, and call your name from a seductive undercurrent of passion and life threatening danger. In that book Wade also ruminates on the Machiguenga tribe, a mostly peaceful, yet deeply mysterious people, living in abject poverty in our terms, but justifiably proud of their history and their highly developed skills in flourishing in the Green Mile. Betty, my old friend from Peru, sits most nights under the glow of a 40 watt lamp, keyboarding her dictionary for the Machiguenga language group, a tribe of perhaps 5000 souls. What she scribes, will never make the Times Best Seller List, nor a discussion at the United Nation’s General Assembly. She writes the infinite details of an incomprehensible word, in a language that existed for perhaps thousands of years, hidden in the trackless jungles of this same Amazon. Both authors are each close together and yet….galaxies distant. Both skilled in their professions. Not just skilled, but world class experts. In some senses, there are of one mind. Both write with passionate dedication, as did Richard Wade, overlapping the window and repository catalog of his work, with Betty and her husband. We write, yes, I join them in this often monotonous passion, because we have deep inside us, the burning fire to communicate what we each perceive as the essential need of mankind to understand. Betty, that her brothers will have a language in writing, Richard, that the world might know of the beauty of the Amazon, Wade, that the world would not forget Richard, and I, that the world might know how these pale gifts, connected. What, where, when, and Why. I write because I burn with the desire to pull together, the rending threads of our world. I remember Betty from decades past, translating and writing down phonetic sounds of the Machi language. I remember the lianas and trunks of those Mahogany trees, that perhaps even my own guitar was built from, I remember the faces of those tribes people Richard Evans photographed, and I remember the words of Wade Evans, as he wrote, / ”Only then (a spiritual journey), when he realizes what lies beyond the door, can he receive his staff and the summons from God to be the protector of his people.” To write, is to speak with considered tone, to speak with passion, when speech is not possible, for the audience is scattered from one end of the earth to the other. To write, is to contain one of the most precious gifts we were given at the dawn of recorded history. To not write, is to repress the millions of words that have given mankind the ideas to live! / And in living, to prosper. And in prospering, to spread that prosperity in whatever form, to the rest of mankind. Why write? Because we cannot be silent! Betty’s people will lose their identity, their culture, and their new found sense of hope! Betty sits hunched over that computer, while my son scans in those 60, 50, 40, and 30 year old drawings for her to publish in this book of Machiguenga words. She, with her knarled and arthritic fingers, tells the world, that Machiguenga is NOT a dead language. That the Machis have a right to exist, grow and become leaders in our world, not just the tiny patch of ant ridden jungle they live in, under thatched roof and raised wood floors. Today, because of Betty’s work, one of those same naked children, dresses in a three piece suit, speaks at least six languages, and serves today, in an international body……..because of Betty’s passion to write.
Taken in the Moody Garden’s Rainforest in Galveston, TX
Fruit bats at Moody Garden’s in Galveston, TX
Vampire bat in the Moody Gardens Rainforest in Galveston, TX
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