In dreams.
on Flickr.
When I dream of flying over Austin, I see Franklin barbque. I smell the delicious smells of barbque. I feel good. [Nathan. Mixed media, 2013]
Photographer Randal Ford doesn’t play fair when it comes to putting cute dogs in pretty flowers.
(Source: changetheirperspective, via tortugajoe)
Dig that tomb
Where our kin
Rest their swords
Till we beat
The alarm.
And all people
Must shoulder
Father to son,
Son to father,
Prince of the house
And Jack rise,
Saddle and ride
Down the ranks.
—John Fairfax, “Call Up”
Photography Credit Alana Paterson
“It is hard not to fall for a film that makes room for a shot of the Joker leaning out the window of a stolen police car and laughing into the wind, the city’s colored lights gleaming behind him like jewels. He’s just a clown in black velvet, but he’s also some kind of masterpiece.”
RIP
Big Bend - on the border of Texas and Mexico is where you’ll find us in the new year…or not. Big Bend is a place of “splendid isolation,” with over 150 miles of trails and 800,000 acres of southwestern wilderness. We’ll have three days and nights to explore the many bandlands, Rio Grande river fronts, canyons and mountains - it hardly seems enough time. But we’ll be on on our toes for sure: the NPS website warns of mountain lion activity in the remote areas of the park! (Photo of the South Rim of the Chisos Basin via Flickr)
I left a piece of my heart in Big Bend National Park.