Thank you for choosing to write about Herman’s photograph! He was my first employer in Houston, and a role model of what a kind and gentle Houston man could be. To transplanted Yankees like me, the Houston spirit revealed itself slowly. Like the fog shrouding the North Blvd live oaks. It’s nice to remember.
Rainey, so beautifully expressed and so true - and I love that you quote Larry McMurtrey, whose Houston novels' sense of place defines the term for me. Thank you.
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.
Sumpy! That’s so good.
Thank you for choosing to write about Herman’s photograph! He was my first employer in Houston, and a role model of what a kind and gentle Houston man could be. To transplanted Yankees like me, the Houston spirit revealed itself slowly. Like the fog shrouding the North Blvd live oaks. It’s nice to remember.
It revealed itself slowly to me too, and I grew up here.
Rainey, so beautifully expressed and so true - and I love that you quote Larry McMurtrey, whose Houston novels' sense of place defines the term for me. Thank you.
The quotation is from a beautiful passage in All My Friends are Going to be Strangers. He talks about Houston being misty and sumpy.