“The River House Broke. We Rushed in the River.”
The July 4 Texas flooding ripped our Kerr County home from its pillars, pulling us into the water and into the night. Then morning came.
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Ice-coated grass in Travis County in winter, from the June 1986 photo essay “Grasslands.”
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