Homer Wilson Ranch & Friend: I always equate the Homer Wilson Ranch with the large hill behind it — a hill Wilson’s unsupervised daughter climbed when she was 9 or 10. The main Wilson residence. a pre-fab house beneath The Window near Cattail Falls, no longer stands. The small building to the right of the house is where food was prepared as kitchen fires were common. The stockade fence is behind the house & the bottom view of the hill is from the Dobson Trail, which runs beneath the Chisos Mts. in Big Bend.
Before The Great Tectonic Plate Shift: Or, in layman’s terms, when Pennsylvania was in Texas. Or vice versa. At any rate (leaving the BS behind) I found these fossils in a Pennsylvanian rock outcropping in N. Texas. They date back about 300 million years ago. On the left is a type of sea snail called worthenia; at right are trilobites, an early group of arthropod, which at this location often seemed to form a nucleus for concretions.
Too True To Be Funny: While it seems true that militant police more and more make up their own laws, cover up for one another, and seem to consider all of us the enemy until proven innocent, black people, and black men in particular, seem to fare much worse than the population at large. Maybe more tanks and grenade launchers are the answer. But if so we’re asking the wrong question.
And Not Only That: But the barrettes and scrunchies and ribbons I wore in my hair back then still fit as well. Not to mention my bracelets and necklaces and shoe laces and I’m sure a lot of other stuff, too. Like my socks. I’m almost sure my sock size hasn’t changed. Who says a craving for chocolate and jelly donuts plays havoc with your body? Not me! 😀🍩🍦🍧🍪
Some People Have No Pride In Their Desktop: What makes you think I’m talking to you cloudwalkersims? Just because you have icons and folders stacked on top of icons and folders and assumed that I — fastidiously organized Jennifer — was just as messy. No way! Not me. I take pride in an uncluttered and neat desktop and this is just a typical shot of mine. I didn’t move things around or hide anything. And if you believe that let me add that I’m a sweet, intelligent, beautiful 29-year-old woman who has never told a lie in her life! 😀
The Mighty Rio Grande: While it can be mighty it’s impacted severely by human activity in both the US & Mexico. Most of its water is siphoned off for agriculture in the US before reaching this point just downstream from Hot Springs. This water originated in Mexico as the Rio Conchos — the largest tributary of the Rio Grande but so polluted by industrial & agricultural waste that it’s not potable even with the usual safeguards. But it’s beautiful here as a lone horseman from Mexico rides along the US bank & the river flows lazily towards Boquillas Canyon (below the Sierra del Carmen in the background).
What A Difference 15 Minutes Makes: When I posted the top photo months ago I couldn’t locate the bottom one I’d taken a few minutes later so this is a do-over! I’d wandered aimlessly in 9-Point Draw until late in the evening but I wasn’t lost; I knew about where I’d left my car & recognized Santiago Peak (30 miles away, lower right). I didn’t have the expertise to solo b’pack yet so after a stern warning from hubby as I left home I only planned to day hike. I climbed the ridge, had trouble getting down, & saw buildings in the distance — but not so distant as my car. It got cold & I ended up sleeping alone on the ground. I had a down jacket but wanted a warm husband to cuddle with — even if it meant listening to “What did I tell you, Honey?” all night!
Nothing Special; I just Miss Spring: I went to Fort Worth several times this spring. This field of Indian Fire Wheels was at the Fort Worth Nature Center on the far north side of the city. There was even a few desert plants along the trail to make me really feel at home. I don’t know what the tree/bush is just past the flowers but there were a lot of them in north and central Texas this year. Anyone have an idea?
Uh Oh, Forgot To Get A Model Release: The way a turtle came charging at me I thought he either mistook me for a lady turtle or else I’d neglected to have him sign a model release form. Whichever it was, he got 4-5 feet from me and decided I wasn’t worth the effort. His home is the Fort Worth Botanic Gardens, where I spent a couple of hours in late spring. Apparently I enjoyed my visit as this set makes 36 photos I’ve posted from there since then.
A Trip To The Mall: General store, post office, resort, spa — this was nothing less than a one-stop mall for residents of both Texas and Mexico before Big Bend NP was created. The main attraction was the hot springs downstream from the confluence of Tornillo Creek and the Rio Grande. The thin rock layers visible on the cliff faces are called lajitas. I’ve heard rumors that late in the evening people are known to skinny dip in the hot springs. So have I ever done it? I’m shocked you’d even ask me that question. 😇
Come On, Bambi; She’s Just Shooting Film: Did I fool her. I was actually shooting digital. But she was safe in assuming I wouldn’t be shooting bullets since I’ve never even owned a gun. I could hear a fawn in the woods and waited a few minutes for her to come out of hiding but she never did. Guess I didn’t look trustworthy to her (I swear; no animals were hurt making this shot!). This was on the McKittrick Canyon Trail in Guadalupe Mountains NP.