Nature Shows Us How to Be in the Moment
Our moments, our thoughts, our experiences and our time on earth, like nature, are fleeting, ever-moving. We can learn from that.
Our moments, our thoughts, our experiences and our time on earth, like nature, are fleeting, ever-moving. We can learn from that.
When you’re in a car, itching to shoot what’s flashing by, but there’s a window and 75 mph between you and your fast-moving subjects, you can still shoot the scenery with these pro tips.
When life becomes too frantic, we can take a lesson from nature’s humblest creatures to find stillness in the wild.
There’s one color that consistently belongs to Austin in every season, and in spring, even more so.
The tenacious, thorny Texas thistle beguiles us with its huge pink pom-poms, so we’ll tolerate its presence.
Sometimes themes emerge and merge; this week, letters and cursive and sketching had the upper hand. Pick and choose from the stories in the crosswinds.
Each spring the Texas Hill Country wildflowers I await most fervently return. They’re here . . . !
One thing leads to another on a hunt for a lobster roll in Maine—where you can find pearls before lobster and study the lost art of cursive, too.
Lettering Required: When you’re devoted to type, college and career requirements can enable lifelong passions, especially to the art of letters.
When it’s golden time, the choice may come down to nature v. man. Give me a ghost sign, a shiny neon sign and an old diner, and I’ll visit the lake next time.
Timing is everything. One can acquire patience and prudence with a Spanish dagger in an Austin, Texas front yard, but will be rewarded with a stunning display of blooms.
The Badlands of South Dakota have drawn me in nearly every decade of my life, and even rewarded me for my loyalty.
Bauhaus artist Paul Klee found himself possessed by color after an influential trip to Tunisia. But time spent in Italy informed his art as well.
In Terlingua, Texas, a tiny ghost town along the Mexico border, an historic cemetery serves as a monument to former miners felled by harsh working conditions.
In Yucatán, there’s a tiny Mexican town whose contemporary roots are never far from its Mayan past.