Gentle dusk in the park

Morning mist

By the highway to Rockport; the gulf is so close out my window

In Rockport. Tree drama.

JD's. Texas shrimp. Massachusetts cod. Windy day.

Ambience in the Longhorn State

Waiting for the fried fish.

Oh so worth it! I must have eaten one third already.
Living it up in the newly publicized "stroke belt", the land of fried fish.

A few hours of entertainment. Solo, of course. Antiques, not so many. Glass? Lots.

Windy, windy. Those wind chimes never stop. Imagine entering this trailer in an electric wheelchair.

Name that tree. Please. These branches are thrusting out horizontally from the trunk.

My favorite Taqueria. I come for the art. The crispy chips, queso, etc. etc. are incidental. Abundant fresh cilantro.