There’s a small village, for lack of a better word, in Big Bend National Park named Castolon. There’s a lovely old general store and a cluster of old buildings that all in all are stark reminders of the people who tried to hack out a living from the desert by setting up irrigation farming close to the Rio Grande.
The contrast of nature’s curves and man’s straight lines drew my eye to this scene and captivated my imagination.
I think I’m looking across the Rio Grande River at Boquillas del Carmen in Old Mexico.
This “adobe” was on the road to Marathon, Texas. I was heading to the Chisos basin inside the Bid Bend area. I’m pretty sure the Rio Grande River is due south of this adobe. But i could be wrong. I’m fairly sure that i was in Sanderson county. Any comments?
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When I went out the door this morning to go feed the animals, I could tell the wind was kicking up a little. So I got the ole camera and took a picture off Dow Lowe’s house to the East. It was still early so you never know what a days going to be like. You know, take a picture for reference, just in case your asked.
You could see that tale tale sign, a cloud of dust in the distance. Blue sky above it, but sand just as high as the surrounding trees. You get to thinking now where do I want to be when that hits. The Gin for a cup of coffee doesn’t sound bad right at the present.
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