Walking through the Texan soil, a little further from where we live, where everything is already rustic and rural, and seeing the magnificence of these trees,

The serenity of nature…

You realize over and over, that God made the country, and man … the cities.

They say that it’s only in the tiny little towns and rural areas, that you really get to know people.

When I see things…

And so much green and blooming things, I don’t know about you, but I feel…

“Wow, it all belongs to me! It belongs to us!”

Ironically, these rural towns, have more and more a much better quality of life…

Not because of what they have, on the contrary, because of they do not have.

I’ve said it before, I know, but I like this consciousness, which from time to time, I know I’ll repeat.

And then, when I’m in the country, I want to vegetate like the country!
Just look, even before, the official start of summer (tomorrow), the car thermometer says 104 degrees F (Outside the car).

God has made things SIMPLE! AND WONDERFUL!

We complicate everything. And yet we leave the marks of idiots who pass through there. :-(

Men made death as nature never did.

And I still believe that BP can save the Gulf from catastrophe  that it is responsible for, but it’s very stingy.

Anyhow, my travel companions — they were also the most beautiful and funny!

I simply LOVE them!

It was not Da Vinci, who said that “I walked the fields looking for answers to the things he did not understand”?

Every last Monday of May since 1868, America remembers with solemnity, those who gave their lives, while they were in military service.

And people do memorials, go to the cemetery, volunteer to put flags on graves, and at 3pm there is a moment of silence.

Memorial Day is not just party, barbecue and beer.

It’s a day to recognize and celebrate heroes and heroines who gave their all.

I grew up as a lover of this sport. I read and reread “The Old Man and the Sea” by Ernest Hemingway, …but I hadn’t yet acquired the love for the drowning of worms that the people of Texas have!

This practice which seems to grow and grow in my city.

Good weather, bad weather, it doesn’t matter …

A super woman companion, who even under the rain was with her husband.

My father said that fishing gives you serenity.

But I still ask myself do they fish for stress or for  sport?

Of course living near the water has much to do with it…

Mr. Slipper Socks Man and I agree on one thing: it’s a boring sport. And I still think, that even though you catch a great big fish it’s still disgusting.

But it seems that we are the only ones who think so, because around ‘these parts’ of America, you get an old sofa, throw it in your van, find a nice bridge, take the sofa out of the car and fish there. Serious. It’s not fisherman stories! I just can’t prove it yet, because when I pass by them when I’m always driving, but one day you will have the privilege of seeing this scene. I swear.

Ok, among all the liars of humanity, fishermen still are the most reliable. But this is true.

These are my neighbors, yesterday.

I like to see their happiness. At such times, you can tell lots of stories (the ones that you can’t tell at parties).

This nice cheerful lady told me: “I like it because you put the line in the water and don’t know what this on the other end, you just imagine.”

It’s not the type of fishing done here, but Texan worms  must be the biggest FANS of “fly fishing”. Poor things.

Still another gentleman here in our new beach: “Lady, if people would concentrate on and what’s important in life, this place would be packed!” Cute.

Women… maybe the men go there to ‘do nothing’, because at home, their wives nag at them too much… Hmm?

Think about it.

The beauty of this is that always at the end of the day, I admire the dinner-fishing pelicans. It’s something beautiful. I never get tired of seeing it, I never get tired of talking about it.

Please pray for those who are suffering with that oil spill!

As I was walking yesterday, I almost hit my forehead on that branch with this work of art.

Can you see the tangle of trash they used to make the nest?

Well, we might even think they are helping us to reuse  our waste… but this is not quite the case. Because here, nature is abundant and to use that garbage it would not be necessary.

I walk every day where I live and rarely find any trash on the ground… But the photo above, proves that it exists.

Besides the nightmare of the oil spill, pure eco-terrorism, our Gulf is becoming the ‘dead sea’  (37 days now).

We still have the plastic trash scattered everywhere.

Yes, because we, good people, are also sometimes, eco terrorists.

Don’t believe it?
I’ll prove it.

These amiable creatures make these lands their habitat. Many times we have to stop the car in the middle of the avenues, and for them to pass. I love doing it.

A native bird I see almost every day on my walks.

This one, thank God, was able to puncture the plastic bag with it’s beak, but imagine the agony that would be to live more than a few seconds like that?

And without being able to fly.

Or the symbol of our city like that?

And now I ask: what happens to your bottle of water or soda once you’ve drained it…?

What happened to it?

Hmm ..?

Cause you recycled it right? (Of course you do this)

So, it went to your recycling bin, to a Recycling Center. And then, the glass and metal is separated, by humans and machines, …And there, along with its other friends and sister bottles it becomes a big bale.
The aftermarket manufacture gets further crushed, washed, dried, and melted – into yarn, sheets or pellets.

Carpet companies are among the largest plastic recyclers. Did you know that?
Or maybe it’s spun into fiber to be reincarnated as fleece clothing.
Or, were melted and made into new plastic bottles, starting the whole journey again.

“It has become obvious that our technology has exceeded our humanity.” (A. Einstein)