A lot of the Llano is an environmental disaster. In the one hundred forty years since we finally won it from the Comanches, it had been over-grazed, farmed to dust, irrigated, feed-lotted, urban-sprawled and generally fucked around with by people who bellow about their patriotism...patriotism which apparently has absolutely nothing to do with caring for the physical land, the actual American ground. For all our silly blather about love of country, and for all the crazy, ersatz, pumped-up, steroid-military-culture patriotism on display at insane American carnivals (like the pre-game show at last night's Monday Night NFL football game, New England "Patriots" vs Carolina) I think we really don't like our country very much. We really hate it. It makes us uncomfortable. We want to turn it into something else. One big feedlot. One big shopping mall. One big ATM machine.
So I'm posting pictures of the beauties of the wondrous llano, which are still out there, on the remote range country in Texas and Eastern New Mexico, and in Palo Duro Canyon--but I wish I had grabbed photos of the poverty shacks lining the highway in Amarillo (traffic was going too fast, I couldn't stop) and the feedlots (again, blame traffic..couldn't pull over in time) and the other dismal wreckage that is I fear 80% of the reality of that sad, despoiled region.