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Yesterday was special. Since boyhood and being raised in the rough country along the Brazos in the rolling plains I have harbored a fascination with wildlife, archeology, paleontology, and the process of evolving, whether with wildlife or vegetation, in an unforgiving environment.
So yesterday’s chilly, calm conditions lured me into the badlands to explore and try for great imagery.
My main intent was predator images but in that search I would be studying every foot of my treks through the rough country. The endeavor was a success.
In traversing the arroyos and ancient clay/silt hills my searching eyes spotted a flint projectile point, created by hungry hands and once hafted on an arrow with the intent of securing food perhaps a millennia before our time.
Also crossing seeping waterways were coyote tracks, leading in all directions, no doubt evidence of a predator in search of life sustaining food.
Juniper roots also told of a life story of survival and death, their winding roots probing for moisture in a soil reluctant to share in its meager supply.
Finally, after much walking, I found a good location to hide from prying eyes and soon lured this inquisitive coyote within camera range, completing what I consider a near perfect morning.
As I drove home the words of explorer Randolph Marcy came to mind when he traveled through this exact piece of badlands in 1852.
“It is a forbidding land I doubt will be inhabited into the next century.” To some that entry might seem of a negative connotation. But to me I say…it is the land that shaped my life, and for that I am thankful…




So yesterday’s chilly, calm conditions lured me into the badlands to explore and try for great imagery.
My main intent was predator images but in that search I would be studying every foot of my treks through the rough country. The endeavor was a success.
In traversing the arroyos and ancient clay/silt hills my searching eyes spotted a flint projectile point, created by hungry hands and once hafted on an arrow with the intent of securing food perhaps a millennia before our time.
Also crossing seeping waterways were coyote tracks, leading in all directions, no doubt evidence of a predator in search of life sustaining food.
Juniper roots also told of a life story of survival and death, their winding roots probing for moisture in a soil reluctant to share in its meager supply.
Finally, after much walking, I found a good location to hide from prying eyes and soon lured this inquisitive coyote within camera range, completing what I consider a near perfect morning.
As I drove home the words of explorer Randolph Marcy came to mind when he traveled through this exact piece of badlands in 1852.
“It is a forbidding land I doubt will be inhabited into the next century.” To some that entry might seem of a negative connotation. But to me I say…it is the land that shaped my life, and for that I am thankful…



