his photograph was taken as the sun dropped below the horizon at a fifth-generation farmstead near Hamilton, Texas. Close friends who are the heirs of the property had invited me up for the weekend. After nightfall, the only sounds to be heard were the refrain of crickets, and the rhythmic breathing of wind through the pecan trees. The view was miles and miles of darkness, without a single man-made light to be seen.
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Texas
Panoramic Images
of Bill Brockmeier
