A Sense of Place

Spent the weekend about six miles outside of Tarpley at a friend's family ranch, soaking in the tranquility, rocking on the front porch, and enjoying a nice southerly breeze on an otherwise inhospitable day. It's times like this that make me appreciate the passion that my father had for the Hill Country. He would sneak off to deer camp every chance he got. The serenity it offers can alter a mindset, though it's unique from other places I've traveled insofar as this land is a part of us. As a Texan you feel a connection to it. For we are all charged with preserving its beauty and maintaining its idyll for successive generations... family, friend, and passer-through alike (unfortunately that latter term used to be much less loaded than it is today).