Sunday, June 26, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Don't smile. You'll get dirt in your mouth.
I've lived in Lubbock going on five years, and the past couple of months have resulted in some of the most bland landscape I have yet to see [if you're not familiar with Lubbock - that's a bold statement.] So bland that I, a native Texan who has taken it upon myself to prove my worthiness of said bad ass lineage through the ceremonial sting of cactus needles to the palm [read: accidentally using a cactus to break my fall while hiking... meh, did the trick] actually got excited to see this cactus blooming. Really excited. What's that? You, too, are now SO intrigued by the above cactus that I am using as a thin veil to hide my need to dedicate an ENTIRE blog post about the very same drought that everyone else in Texas is complaining about daily in 140 characters or less that you are compelled to continue reading??! Ok then... more back story on my cute lil' cactus photo. My friend and I drove to a local winery to take photos for a magazine [shameless plug coming soon] , and all I can say is I've never been surrounded by so many fields of well looked after dirt. Poor West Texas. 108 degree weather, nothing but dirt to the horizon line, surrounded by chilled wine, and I choose to freak out over cactus. Anywho, this winery was smack dab in the middle of these dirt fields, and since it was well landscaped it felt like a little oasis. They don't even grow their own grapes.... no romantic looking vineyards, no rows of lush greenery to allow for any type of fleeting, vicarious Tuscan fantasy. I was just that excited to see cactus.
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