I took a random trip down to San Ignacio, Texas with my dad last year and on the way back we ventured off HWY 83 to take a gander at the Rio Grande. The body of water that separates los Dos Laredos is one stinky river. I snapped this picture as my dad was looking out past the river, seemingly gazing at his past, or at his lost homeland. Things are always fun here, en la frontera. Sometimes its necessary to stop what we are doing and just reflect on things, both past and present. I like taking random drives on random Sundays.
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