I went home last weekend, because, well, let's face it, the DFW area can be a little depressing. Unless you like vast expanses of cement and traffic noise, living here may not be optimal for you. But, Texas is not just the DFW area.
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| A few miles from my home; photo cred goes to Mark Spearman. |
Much of Texas is breathtakingly beautiful.
Though people often bemoan the brutal flatness of the landscape, the above image is a reminder of how even that flatness serves as a conduit for beauty. The expanse of the Texan sky is truly without peer.
And, what is the purpose of saying this? Am I just trying to defend my home from the yankee critics? No. The answer lies in the surprise of the thing: one learns not to expect beauty from the barren, toasted dirt of Texas. But, beauty has a way of creeping up on you when you least expect it. When the sweltering sun has baked you. When the grass is dead in the pasture. Then, of a sudden, a ray of light gapes through a distant thunderhead, and the heavens pour forth upon the land.
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