Far West Texas; the real thing

I have come to live on the broad, luminous plains and broken terraces which feel to me like the farthest southern extremity of this nation. A vast geographic area which up until now has been isolated due to its extreme remoteness. I could be in Tierra del Fuego or Patagonia.

I am like a horse turned out into new country. I am imprinting my new interior landscape; the landscape I hope to inhabit for the rest of my life. The sweeping vistas and huge skies, the colors and shapes, smells, names, landmarks, and stories, are all pouring into my being. It is a tactile sensation of feeling my chest expanding, my heart softening towards the whole of this place. I try to imagine what it will be like one year, five, and twenty years from now. Will I ever get used to it? Yes. Will I take it for granted? I hope not.

Marathon, Alpine, Marfa, Ft. Stockton. The Marfa Plains, the Chinatis, Davis Mountains, Mitre Peak, Twin Peaks, Paisano Pass, The Divide. All are pictured here.

Each day brings new experiences, new sensations. This world is opening its arms to receive me. People go out of their way to accommodate me and make me feel comfortable. Texas hospitality.