Ben H. English


THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO: “They call it Tule Spring, though it sits closer to the southwestern reaches of Burro Mesa than Tule Mountain itself. Furthermore, there appears to be more than one spring and last time I ventured to this spot all of them were flowing. Each comes out of ground pockmarked by small copses of stunted mesquite, drifting down and joining together at a fairly large pond formed by an old earthen dike. There used to be fairly large cottonwoods present, but not anymore.”…–‘Out There: Essays on the Lower Big Bend’So begins the first paragraph in my most recent book, describing Tule Spring some years back. I was here again last week, showing the spot to Randy de la Fuente and Randy Carnes, guides for Far Flung Outdoor Center. While prowling around one of the ruins I took this photograph, and thought I would share.Funny how the lasting remnants of the past can make one feel most alive in the present.God bless to all,BenBen H. EnglishAlpine, TexasUSMC: 1976-1983THP: 1986-2008Author of ‘Yonderings’ (TCU Press)‘Destiny’s Way’ (Creative Texts Publishers)‘Out There: Essays on the Lower Big Bend’ (Creative Texts Publishers) Facebook: Ben H. EnglishWebpage:‘Graying but still game’Museum of the Big BendBig Bend SaddleryCreative Texts PublishersCrockett County Public LibraryMedina Community LibraryThe Twig Book Shop Old Town BooksThe Boerne BookshopMarta Powell StaffordLone Star Literary LifeHistoric Fort StocktonTumbleweed SmithAlpine Radio – TexasAlpine AvalancheFar Flung Outdoor CenterRandy De La FuenteRandy Carnes



Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)