Moodily reminiscent about my Houston days with this first pic: Garish signage, exposed utility lines, crude building facades. The messiness, the haphazard, pell-mell sprawl of Texas.
Then, palm trees: warmth, day trips to the coast, watching the clouds to see if it would rain by the time we waded through traffic on I-45 (and enjoying it either way).
And then...
Slam! Unquestionably one of the late 20th century's architectural masterpieces. And, in its daring, unabated, almost adolescent audacity, a perfect emblem of a city I will always fondly remember.
Thanks for the memories...