it's a great picture killy. good job.
the nice thing aout agriculture is that it is seasonal. i bet they were burning the fields before you were born, and will do so for some time to come.
my commute was pretty rough today. there was a large athletic bag jacknifed on the second landing. took seconds to get around.
Monday, June 2, 2003
that previous picture of adolfo iv was in a field we stopped at on our way back from picking up sra. mercado in edinburg. it had been a long time since i had made a field stop during a trip to the valley.
i left home right after high school to start school in edinburg at UT Pan American. My step-father had given me the blazer as a graduation gift, i used it most of the time anyway, and had done a lot of the maitenance on it through high school. I remember the day i packed up all my belongings (there weren't that many) in the back of the truck and left home. I hardly felt the six hours it took to get down south.
I made the trip between houston and the rio grande valley frequently. my favorite time was during the autumn; september and october specifically. from weslaco i would take a series of backroads my father had showed me to get to 77N which would lead me, eventually to houston. along these roads were seemingly endless fields: sorghum, cotton, corn, cabbage, onions, and my favorite, sugar cane.
in the autumn, they burn the sugar cane in order to harvest it. and it's beautiful. it smells beautiful (although, i can imagine that the insectiside ridden smoke is pretty bad for you) - like the way coke feels good when it burns it's trail down your throat.
and i would stop and watch them burn the fields. i kick myself that i never got a photo of this. not a one.
i left home right after high school to start school in edinburg at UT Pan American. My step-father had given me the blazer as a graduation gift, i used it most of the time anyway, and had done a lot of the maitenance on it through high school. I remember the day i packed up all my belongings (there weren't that many) in the back of the truck and left home. I hardly felt the six hours it took to get down south.
I made the trip between houston and the rio grande valley frequently. my favorite time was during the autumn; september and october specifically. from weslaco i would take a series of backroads my father had showed me to get to 77N which would lead me, eventually to houston. along these roads were seemingly endless fields: sorghum, cotton, corn, cabbage, onions, and my favorite, sugar cane.
in the autumn, they burn the sugar cane in order to harvest it. and it's beautiful. it smells beautiful (although, i can imagine that the insectiside ridden smoke is pretty bad for you) - like the way coke feels good when it burns it's trail down your throat.
and i would stop and watch them burn the fields. i kick myself that i never got a photo of this. not a one.
Sunday, June 1, 2003
i spent a day in munich when i was travelling in europe. i got there in the morning. i had taken a night train from paris (i think). it was near 10 when i got there. i put my backpack in a locker cause i planned to leave that evening for prague. i made my way through the train station and was helped by a kind of 'tourist helper', which i hadn't seen anywhere else in europe. the guy was nice; he gave me a decent city map of sites and pointed me in the direction of a nearby square, or sorts. it was a nice walk through the city.
when i made it to the square, there was a really large ornate, but somehow plain (if that's possible) cathedral. across the way from church was a beirgarten! and they were serving already. i had a giant 'pitcher' of beer, it was great to be so drunk in the late morning, but not so great when i got on the train later that evening. and even less so the next morning. but that's what vacations are for right?
when i made it to the square, there was a really large ornate, but somehow plain (if that's possible) cathedral. across the way from church was a beirgarten! and they were serving already. i had a giant 'pitcher' of beer, it was great to be so drunk in the late morning, but not so great when i got on the train later that evening. and even less so the next morning. but that's what vacations are for right?
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