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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Houston, and its offers.

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In my fun time of trekking, not so far from where I have lived for six years Galveston Island, Houston before I set off for farther travels, a lot of what I did was revisiting museums. In recent years I had gone to the Museum of Natural Science during their showing of the Last Samurai. A great one.

But on this most recent trip I went to The Museum of Fine Arts….during this time were a few exhibits I really wanted to see (ok and so did J) of Cars of the Art-Deco area, Sculpted in Steel, another Jazz Art-Deco small exhibit and I got a chance to see a real small but nice Art of Islamic Worlds exhibit as well.

The museum is gigantic, there was no way to do it all one one day and after awhile I need some outside time…and taco’s. There is a really large beautiful and amazing selection of arts in the Christ/Christian/European Art that I chose to save for another time, due to it’s size and need of more time and attention…and lack of taco crankiness. However I did get the time to enjoy a pretty nice selection of African-American artists, even Houston area. What pieces there were were incredible time changing and story telling.

Cars are a big one for me. I grew up with a dad whose entire life revolved around them…and some of that rubbed off on me. My love of a classic car or vehicle, combined with my love of Art-Deco, and of course J’s total fascination of cars and engines took us to a beautiful exhibit. The clean and classic lines. The curves. More angles to shoot than on a fashion model any day.

I have to admit, though, that my favorite part was eavesdropping on the conversation through the entire car-show of an elderly gentlemen, being pushed in a wheelchair by someone younger,strapped with an oxygen tank, yet if dapper is used ever in my life to describe someone, this gentleman would be it, and talking about his younger days when those 1920’s cars were brand knew and living through the jazz age of Houston Texas in the 1920’s. Sometimes story isn’t found in a book, but when we listen.

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Sculpted In Steel. 2of3.

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I guess that my interest…no, my…the song that my heart sings, the pleasing of the eye when I see Art-Deco. Any Art-Deco, architecture, or vehicles, any of it, is that it was so damned innovative. So beyond it’s time…and so very very full of potential and dreams and the stretch of a human mind and capability of creation, imagination. Back then it was the look of the future…and it was a look that far surpassed the time it fell in. Life has changed, and it never quite went that way, the world had such innovation so early, such gleaming beautiful curves and angles, that it turned bland after that. Even the music of the era, the jazz…was a spark that existed when people believed in a time that man had no limit.
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In my fun time of trekking, not so far from where I have lived for six years Galveston Island, Houston before I set off for farther travels, a lot of what I did was revisiting museums. In recent years I had gone to the Museum of Natural Science during their showing of the Last Samurai. A great one.

But on this most recent trip I went to The Museum of Fine Arts….during this time were a few exhibits I really wanted to see (ok and so did J) of Cars of the Art-Deco area, Sculpted in Steel (now over), another Jazz Art-Deco small exhibit and I got a chance to see a real small but nice Art of Islamic Worlds exhibit as well. The museum is gigantic, there was no way to do it all one one day and after awhile I need some outside time…and taco’s.

There is a really large beautiful and amazing selection of arts in the Christ/Christian/European Art that I chose to save for another time, due to it’s size and need of more time and attention…and lack of taco crankiness. However I did get the time to enjoy a pretty nice selection of African-American artists. What pieces there were were incredible time changing and story telling.

Cars are a big one for me. I grew up with a dad whose entire life revolved around them…and some of that rubbed off on me. My love of a classic car or vehicle, combined with my love of Art-Deco, and of course J’s total fascination of cars and engines took us to a beautiful exhibit. The clean and classic lines. The curves. More angles to shoot than on a fashion model any day.

I got a chance to play with my camera and work on some photo-taking, where I have much to learn, but had a joy in doing so.
I have to admit, though, that my favorite part was eavesdropping on the conversation through the entire car-show of an elderly gentlemen, being pushed in a wheelchair by someone younger,strapped with an oxygen tank, yet if dapper is used ever in my life to describe someone, this gentleman would be it, and talking about his younger days when those 1920’s cars were brand knew and living through the jazz age of Houston Texas in the 1920’s. Sometimes story isn’t found in a book, but when we listen.

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