Coming from the lush landscapes of Virginia, Texas has always startled me with its wildness. The very first time I came to Houston, I was shocked by the vast expanse of concrete, dotted with outcroppings of restaurants and neon signs and buildings. Above the plains of development, however, was the most amazing sky. In Virginia, the hills and trees keep you from seeing so much of the sky at one time, and I was overloaded by the beauty. Whenever I felt out of place here, or trapped in the treeless concrete, I would simply look up.
In short, the beauty of Texas had to grow on me.
I think this might be true of anyone coming from somewhere as beautiful as Virginia--lush and thick and green. Soft, rolling hills and rich soil.
By comparison, West Texas is rugged and harsh. But it possesses its own beauty, and I loved getting to be in its midst this week. Here are a few photos to give you an idea, in case you've never been before.
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