Usually, when I go a-wandering down these Texas highways, I don’t have a real destination in mind. I’ll pull up a google map search of all the areas here in Northern Texas and go with a gut feeling as to what direction i’ll head in. I challenge myself ,where ever I end up in, to find the beauty. Whether that means admiring the rust and trash debris scattered in the remains of an overlooked places like Canon and Tioga, wandering the back alleys and marveling at quirky lushness like in Caddo Mills or just basking in the colors of the sky and old cars like in Pilot Point and Sherman, I try and never fail to find the wonder out there.
This time was slightly different, because I knew what I wanted to encounter out on TX-276, just past Rowlett and headed towards Royce City.
I was looking for the Futuro House, and out there on that one lane highway, with fields and old houses taking up space with the endless sky, I found it. Deserted and filled to bursting with color and light, it welcomed me inside it’s belly and I marveled at the spill of life inside.
God walks on these Texas highways, in more ways than one, and he resides deeply in that run down little makeshift house. I’m not religious, in any way that counts, but you don’t have to be to get the feeling of his influence in the minds of those who colored up the inside panels of this place with graffiti. Sure,there’s curse words and mentions of sex all over, but religion resides there too, with bible verse numbers scrawled next to more mentions of the word “soul” than I’ve ever seen in one single place before.
With the golden fields lighting up in the sun outside the glassless windows and cars speeding on by to more important places, I sat there in the middle of that space and basked in that almost intoxicating scent gently breezing in, of gasoline and dry Texas air, and thought about all the people who’d ever done the same before me and who would come after I was long gone.
a cont. in Part 2 (Details) coming soon