During the past few years, a small group of girls in Marfa has used the simple wooden stool to create a business that has, well, legs.
The Hill, located in the West Texas desert, stirs visitors to confront what they cannot comprehend.
Not many people will drive the mail to places the U.S. Postal Service won’t. Seventy-one-year-old Gilbert Lujan is one of them.
Small-town papers often serve as bearers of civic pride. But the former owners of Marfa’s Big Bend Sentinel and Presidio’s International learned long ago that writing the news meant looking out for their neighbors.
Healing a spooked horse takes time, patience, and skill. And maybe a little help from beyond.
A segregated school for Mexican American children until 1965, the building now serves as a community center and celebration of Hispanic life.
The West Texan has sold more art than Picasso.