Saturday, January 26, 2013
Frio River, Hill Country, Texas
You only get there through a river--I'm serious. It's a gorgeous place, Laity Lodge. A week ago, Texas hill country offered a wilderness just outside the back door, a russet January landscape that looked more lunar than earthly to someone like me from the northern plains. Locals claimed it was just about the worst time to be there in the Frio River valley, color-wise that is. But that doesn't mean there was no color, no line, nor form. Something divine left us a scrapbook of etchings. You just had to look.
Posted by J. C. Schaap at 7:50 AM