In awe of Houston.

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I am off on other travels and experiences, but before doing so I had realized that in my time living back in Texas as an adult, rather than when I did as a child, and my six years on Galveston Island, I had not taken advantage fully of all the the big city of Houston had to offer.

When I first moved here I had been newly from many other travels after having left California. I had spent many days jumping on the metro bus system and letting it take me where it took me. I wandered all over Houston, exploring by myself. And yet I still never saw nearly at all what it had to offer. My favorite place was actually on the bus, people watching. People on the way to work, or tired after their day from it. I also explored the Down Town Houston Library. Bliss. And so very a place to visit. Museum like in its-self. Funny how public libraries are far from only stuffy shelves of books but often places in themselves a tourist attraction (Another reason to keep them open.) And always a place of learning and exploration.

 

I’d worked in Houston but my experience then was much of driving in traffic to and from work. Never something that makes a person fond of a busy city full of millions of people…doing the same thing, at about the same time. I had the chance to see inside a lot of beautiful homes, however, and the bliss of some of the architecture and design had me swooning. I then have spent years wrapped up in Galveston and recently decided to begin exploring Houston again before I left Galveston and Houston. I took my camera with me and foot to pavement or ride around usually as passenger with J as we let ourselves get lost and my camera often to my eye.

Enjoying many foods in Houston has been a fun thing, Galveston is pretty limited and there is much to explore in just the foods of Houston. Anthony Bourdain recently had much to say about Houston and what food cuture here teaches us, in Houstonia Magazine

My favorite go to for crunchy taco’s is still Taco’s A Go-Go, discovered years ago when up here for live music.

Which takes me to discuss the live music available in Houston. Aside from the amazing theaters they offer for music concerts, plays, dances, opera and more, the local live music scene here is hard to beat and not one to pass over.

Ellago Band

Wild Moccasins.

Two Star Symphony

And so many more. You can catch some great ones here.

But I also love the Museum Days and the days exploring the greenways, parks, gardens, and outdoors that this huge wide spread city has to offer. I’ve gone to many, spent hours tiring my feet out walking through them, and have yet to even begin touching on all that is available here.

The history of Houston, economics, and politics have always fascinated me. It is the home-base where my grandparents taught me of such things growing up. The first woman in office for me to ever know and learn about almost intimately was here, and also Houstons first female mayor, Kathryn Witmire. Not only did the decade of my birth bring Houstons first female Mayor, but also the first woman elected into any office in the city of Houston. A city built on oil….a good ol’ boys game. And women have played the game well ever since in creating the city of Houston into what it is today. One that goes far beyond the oil.

It is, a city of opportunity.

The city built on industry has turned into one now in the economy of some of the largest in multiple industries. The arts are hard to rival and between the arts, museums, music from rock to classic, big stage to local, foods, colleges, innovation, and melting pot of it all, this city has a lot to show you. Economy and industry are strong in too many fields to list. The Arts, Medical, Communications, Law, and so many that have nothing at all to do with oil, still a strong economy for us. Houston is a city that will never fold, never fail, never die.

So how could I leave before I had a chance to explore? To become reacquainted? to see the city that my grandparents had moved to? And the largest city near where I was raised during childhood with parents who had a love of museums?

I spent afternoons walking walking the streets, would turn each corner, stare up at the skyscrapers and revel at the architecture of such a new city, such a new place, one that sets perfect example of what can be started from very little or even nothing and beat all odds. And I am in awe.

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Life Is Textured. 1. Textures found in the oddest.

Life Is Textured is a project that I started with seeing all the hate and discrimination and racial fighting and people fleeing from countries for their beliefs ,religions and faiths.
How will I react? Was a question…more of a feeling…that awoke me one day. I took a walk and saw that life is made up of so many differences. Differences that we fight against, and some few that we fight for but differences that if we didn’t have, life would simply be without texture. Boring, bland and white washed. If Hitler had his way art wouldn’t exist. Entire people wouldn’t exist. We fight about language but languages spoken make up this world. A Spanish Lover can tell the grocery list and make it sound sexy. Arabic poetry of coffee alone is beautiful, a world without the voice of Sean Connery would be dreadfully less sexy. Without being able to sit in a group at a coffeeshop with friends that are Sikh, Jewish, Christian, Agnostic, Athiest, Muslim and more I would have lost out of great conversations and views of the world. Debates that became heated between friends which ended with a hug and a “see you next time” rather than a bullet or a fight. Without black ,we would have no Maya Angelou . Without Japanese ,my latest trip to the museum would have held much less wonders of the art of warriors and detail. Without Arab I would not know the beauty of my favorite horse or some of my favorite poetry. Without Polish I would not have grown up with the great foods of my stepdads grandmother. Without diversity we would have blander stories, blander books, Blander music, blander society. Blander foods.

Texture is what makes up life. Texture in our stories. Texture in our histories. Texture that cause the pleasing to our eye’s and sing to our hearts through art, music, life, lovers and more.

Texture is color. Texture is different facial expressions. Texture is a story of a life we don’t know. Texture is music . Texture is different from one to the next that combine and make it all. Texture is what makes life.

#lifeistextured

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