I've become a sort of pessimistic accepter of the changes that have beset the Hill Country in recent years, unacceptable though many of them may be. But I'm grateful for having experienced the hills earlier, when change was slightand grateful too for corners and stretches still untouched.
Photographer Keith Carter’s latest pet project reminds me of big Texas dogs I’ve owned—some clownish, some serious, but every one of them great.
In my 86 years I’ve come into the possession of an assortment of firearms: a Colt .32-caliber semiautomatic pistol that my grandfather bought at a hardware store in Cuero; a Remington Model 870 pump, 20-gauge shotgun that my Aggie uncle-by-marriage used to shoot birds; the Winchester Model 06 pump .22
What do the city of Lubbock, a defunct restaurant, and a submerged neighborhood have in common? They’re all places in somebody’s heart.
Texas’ beloved live oaks are falling victim to a creeping fungus, and no one knows how to stop it.
A photographic tour of the timeless Rio Grande, from its origins in the mountains of Colorado to the Padre Island dunes at the tip of Texas.
Saint Paul said that a little wine is a fine thing. He must have known something.
Fly-fishing is a particularly fastidious way of trying to fool a fish, but it’s also a particularly pleasant one.
For a man and his daughter out for a pleasant day’s fishing, the first sign of danger was a man’s hat floating silently down the stream.
This one has been a humdinger, but every Texas summer is broiling hot—and that’s nothing to get all steamed up about.
As more and more city dwellers tread on the landscape, farmers and ranchers are less inclined to forgive those who trespass against them.
Harmony begins at home.
Don’t both with séances or clairvoyants. There is a much better way to contact the shades of the past.
Trash collectors are not necessarily garbage men.
The best thing about the weather is complaining about it.
Cows are dumb, they eat a lot, and they cost more to raise than they’re worth. Still, you can’t help loving ’em.
Perhaps, after all, girls should go with boys who chew.
When another farmer goes broke his neighbors thank God it wasn’t them; then they wonder when their turn is coming.
It’s a chicken coop. I built it myself.
Varmints: we can’t live with ‘em and we can’t live without ‘em.
The best defense is a good fence.
There are two ways to raise chickens: the right way and this way.
A good country dog is loyal, obedient, and knows the difference between a chicken and a possum.
Try the house wine; I made it with my own feet.
The raw truth about out steaks and chops.
Oh bee, where is thy sting?
Once you let a goat in your life, you can never get it out.
For most treasure hunters, the hunt is more important than the treasure.
Living in the country is all you ever wanted—and probably more than you bargained for.