I have returned home from Texas. And I brought back pictures!
It’s a very small collection, but most of the photos taken this trip were of my family (or me) and I don’t like sharing those. But there are action food shots, and a Houston billboard promising 150-foot crosses in the city’s future.
Texas is special. There is something self-indulgent about the scent of climbing rose and heliotrope this late in November. It was unnerving, at first, that transition from the dry bite of Toronto wind to the damp choke of Houston’s breeze. But there are other things, more human things, that emphasize the dislocation: the fact that even chain restaurants serve whimperingly good steak, or the way men apologize when a woman opens a door for them, or panicky hotel browsers. That dynamic keeps my little corner of Texas interesting: geophysicists who can chart the growth of our planet living alongside midnight preachers who insist it never happened. It’s this very dynamic that keeps America interesting in general.
Canada, however, has its own dynamics, and I’m happy to be home. I have projects to finish, and tomorrow I very much need to begin working off my more gustatory indulgences: the afore-mentioned (juicy, tender, bleeding, perfect) steak, smooth and spicy pumpkin cheesecake, fried catfish… Whatever you may think about Texas, try the food (and meet the people) before making up your mind.