Border Watchman

Border Watchman
Border Watchman

It is with regret that I see my country closing borders and stopping immigration. I am a second generation American. My grandparents were immigrants who came to America after the First World War. When I was a child my older relatives spoke Dutch among themselves but only English to me. My generation was to be fully American.

Looking back I understand that I’m an American because my grandparents wanted a better life for themselves and their children. I’m grateful for what this country has given me. I hope other families will be allowed to follow a similar path to a better life in this country.

People who live near the border in the United States often have family and business ties on both sides. The border may be an exact line to some but it is also a region of cultural and economic exchange. We should be careful not to deprive citizens who live near the border of opportunities because others in different regions lack opportunity. We can and should address economic problems where they exist without depriving others.

We often choose to speak of the world using confrontational language. It is worth considering whether less divisive approaches might serve us better. There are ways to accomplish our goals and maintain security that are less fear based.

Green

Happy Holidays and Best Wishes for the New Year

This is a gentle landscape to remember summers past. Many Texans consider the Central Texas Hill Country to be the most beautiful part of the state. Of course just as many will argue that some other region is equally beautiful and to be honest they are probably right. The state is as large as many countries with beauty to be found in every region.

Nature

This photograph was made in Big Bend National Park a year ago on one of the officially undocumented trails that originate along the perimeter of the park. Many are commonly used by visitors who know how they exist and the park service even has entry signs at some of the trailheads. They are somewhat hazardous to hike because you are unlikely to encounter any other people. For that reason you don’t want to get into difficulty.

Along this trail there were huge boulders weathered by wind and water into bizarre shapes. Many were marked with petroglyphs. Stories of the unknowable past left by native peoples. The valley floor was covered with ancient fire rings and stone mortars. A ghost world.