
Palo Duro Canyon Beauty
The Texas Panhandle is just a blank canvas on which God paints a new masterpiece every day. Growing up in Arlington, Texas, I thought beauty meant the cool grey shade of a post oak tree, the relentless green of St. Augustine grass, the mossy blue of the Brazos River at Granbury where I attended summer camp, and the bright fuschia of the ubiquitous crepe myrtle trees lining every road in the area. But the Texas Panhandle, where I have lived since 1987, features more earthy ton