StructureThe first day of Winter. It is a time of year when the structure of things is revealed, bones of strength standing up to harsh elements. It is a spare beauty, one that I have long cherished from growing up in the North.
Misty Morning WalkI took a misty morning walk, turned the corner, saw this and felt the keen longing to go THERE... where (in the words of C. S. Lewis) that unnameable SOMETHING dwells.
There are pockets of wilderness still in the inner loop of Houston.
