I have found heaven on earth, and it is called Uvalde County.
Here, wide irrigated fields gave way to wooded hollows the ilk of the Smokies or Appalachians. The rivers ran dry, the Rio Frio, the Nueces, the Leona, a succession of sad gravel beds. But there were humped Brahman cattle stained purple by twilight, patrolled by patient vultures at their roost.
And over the Rio Frio, a convocation of Monarchs on their silent journey to Mexican wintering grounds.
It was sunset, my pictures a poor tribute to this place both rich and quiet. I hope to remedy this at an upcoming visit to Garner State Park and will be keeping an eye on real estate listings, in the hopes that one day I might buy my own little slice of heaven.