SOMEWHERE IN THE LOWER BIG BEND: Through the decades of my wanderings, I have become somewhat known for being able to find two things; water and graves. In that I suppose there is a binding connection as the two represent the opposite bookends in this…

SOMEWHERE IN THE LOWER BIG BEND: San Jacinto Spring is an oddity, even in a lonesome land where an unexpected surprise waits beyond most every surrounding rise or contour. So much so, that getting a decent photograph amid such a juxtaposition of color and composition...

SOMEWHERE IN THE LOWER BIG BEND: “And across the trail a stream runs, All but hidden in the grasses; ‘Til it finds an emerald hollow, Where the ponies come to drink…” --Henry Herbert Knibbs   We were working our way down the middle parts of...

SOMEWHERE IN THE LOWER BIG BEND: The month of December can be a special one indeed. Autumn often comes late to the lower elevations and when the rains come just right, the scenery can be breathtaking. Some might think this was taken somewhere along the…