No matter your celebration, make it party time at Taqueria Leon. Conveniently located down by the railroad tracks, I know this fine establishment would be perfect for your company party or your daughter’s quinceanera. You might look at this worn-out old place and think, “Oh my, not for me.” But somehow I suspect that the folks here have more fun than do the folks at the local country club.
It is an old family cemetery that dates back to the mid-1800s with its last burial in 1942. Years ago someone tried to mark the graves with white crosses, a gallant effort, but ultimately in vain. Today the forlorn old crosses sit haphazard among overgrown bushes, weeds and gloomy Spanish moss.
And while this old graveyard has a woeful and melancholy feel, it has its light-hearted touches. This ladder leaning against the tree, so handy to a number of graves, seems to be ready to help these souls start their climbs to their own personal Elysian Fields. Who doesn’t need a boost up; one last bit of help?
… deserves another.
These two Royal Terns were strolling along the beach together. They were in perfect step-for-step unison, black crowns swept back, beaks held high. Lookin’ good!
It was a fun photo, and I think all the more so finished in high key.
Carl Sandburg’s poem had wonderful imagery of this rough-and-tumble, tough, midwestern city “getting it done” for America. But that was a Chicago of a different time, the poem written over 100 years ago. Today’s Chicago is more a city of buildings that are taller and sleeker, but with shoulders that are no longer as broad.
I saw this gentlemen at the Port of Galveston. I don’t know where he had been or where he was headed, but Galveston Island and the whole coastal plain of Texas are flat, so his travel should not have been too onerous. And it looks as though he has everything he needs with him.