Houston has a way of disarming people who have no intention of staying. I never thought I would, but I’ve lived here almost all my life. I love Houston, precisely because it’s a sleeper city, because it’s unlikely, because it feels like freedom. Larry McMurtrey described this feeling best: “The things most people hated about her were the things I loved…I had had such good of Houston, she had dealt so generously with me, always.” This beloved swamp, filled with cranky, free-thinking sweethearts, saved me from dreary fates in seemingly more glamorous cities. For that I will always be grateful.
This post is part of MFAH 100, a series featuring works from the collection of the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, in honor of its 100th birthday. 100 words on 100 works in 100 days.
Rainey! Look at you! Thank you for this. I need a reminder sometimes.
What a photograph...such depth for such dreary fog, a scrim of light....I appreciate this very much.