"Interesting life," my dad exclaimed as he looked at one of his recent finds; oyster shells glued together by life riddled with other attachments and worm holes, a green hue of algae weathered by sun and surf. My response was to ask whether he was referring to himself or the shells? "Let's say, we have an understanding," was his response. Perhaps, this is part of his interest in shelling, I wondered.
We have been making our way down the Texas coast now about an hour's drive east of Corpus Christi. Here are some pictures that tell the story...
"I am Listening Lord."
"Life Finds Its Way"
"Camping on the Water"
"Ship Wrecked in Galveston"
"Flying over the Crowds"
"Thirsty America"
While on the beach at Galveston, we counted six oil tankers waiting to be called into port, the most numbers of large sea going vessels we experienced this past year, exceeding Valdez, Anchorage, or the Puget Sound. This area around Galveston and further south toward Corpus Christi is dotted with chemical, plastic, and other processing plants eager for the crude oil's arrival.
"Nature and Man"
"Wild Flowers on Goose Island"
Goose Island State Park is also a vital winter refuge for the still endangered Whooping Cranes, 280 birds strong, up from just 15 birds in 1941. They already headed north for the season, but the sign tells the story.
"Modern American Folk Art in Garden Brick and Paint"
Good day to all my friends and loved ones!
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