I seem to be drawn to abandon buildings, broken windows and any roof with a hole. I also like a door with a lot of history. When I saw this building and this door, in Snyder, Texas I had to stop and take a few photos. 
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Some insults can be turned around and become a rallying cry. This is what happened in 1875 when Robert E. Cowart wrote a letter to the local Dallas newspaper stating that Fort Worth had become such a sleepy town and so sparsely populated that a panther was spotted sleeping on Main Street.
The country was facing a financial crisis and Fort Worth was failing as a result. The railroad line, being laid across north Texas, was forced to stop 30 miles before reaching Fort Worth.
Rather than succumb to defeat and certain abandonment, the city proudly adopted the name Panther City. Business men and citizens rallied together to complete the railroad and by July 19th 1876 the first train reached Fort Worth, placing it firmly on the commerce route of the railroad tracks.
Since the late 1800’s Fort Worth has embraced many nicknames: Queen City of the Prairie, Cowtown, Funky Town, Where the West Begins and Panther City.
Today each police badge in Fort Worth has a panther, several businesses (Panther City Distillery, Panther City Firearms) and a place of entertainment (Panther Island) are named for the panther.
And, as you might suspect, there is a panther statue that lays quietly near Main Street, much like the panther of 1875.
Here we are, one week of 2017 has already flown by, so before my thought for a monthly blog has to start in June instead of January I’d like to share my thoughts with you.
I moved to Fort Worth Texas 18 years ago. Although I never thought I would consider Texas anything other than the place I moved to, I’ve actually come to consider this my home.
A few weeks ago I decided I’d like to share this wonderful city with others. So my plan is to take photos of different parts of Fort Worth and share them here on my blog. I hope to post something once or twice a month. I also plan to step outside the box and share parts of the city most people typically wouldn’t share…those hidden gems of this city known as Cowtown.
Fort Worth, Texas
Roads, trails, walkways, bridges and any other “way” that allows us to move from one place to another…these are the photos Cee is looking for in this challenge.
This week I chose to share photos of the streets of Merida, Yucatan
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Cee has opted for an open topic this week…so we get to post the photos of our choice!
I’ve chosen to post a few photos I took while in Mexico earlier this month.
We visited a local cemetery. This cross with the hat and cane really touched me. I imagine this gentleman must have been someone’s grandfather. And for some reason I think he must have been quite a character…
This is Harley…his people were our hosts for the week.
And finally…a street sign.
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Merida, Yucatan
The St. Ildephonsus Cathedral in Merida, Yucatan was built during the 16th Century.
The St. Ildephonsus Cathedral
So much of the architecture in Merida is beautiful, but sadly has a haunting history. The Cathedral, for example, was built on the ruins of the Mayan settlement Ichcansiho. The buildings of Merida, including the cathedral, were built by the Mayan people after they were enslaved by the Spaniards, their conquerers.
Notice the five slits below the window? Those slits were created as a method of defense, so the Spaniards could shoot the Mayans if they attempted to overtake the cathedral. 
The main door of the Cathedral is known as “The Door of Forgiveness.” It is flanked by statues of Saint Peter and Saint Paul. But I must say to me it looks more like the door of a fortress than the door of a church.
Main Door
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Each time we choose a path we risk obstacles.
But not all obstacles are bad.
Sometimes life requires bumps and dips to get us to the place we need to be.
Sometimes we need to walk through a lot of muck to learn the lessons we will need tomorrow.
Don’t grimace at the obstacles, embrace them and embrace the lessons you will learn.
Perdernales Falls State Park – Texas
Post inspired by The Daily Post – Weekly Photo Challenge
We recently vacationed in Yucatan Mexico. I got so excited about the variety of doors I told my friends about Thursday Doors, hosted by Norm 2.0, and commenced taking as many door pictures as I could.
I think I will have enough to last several months!
The first night in Yucatan we stayed at Gran Hotel in Merida. The hotel was built in the mid 1800’s. I could have stayed there for the entire week. The classic architecture, old world charm and kind staff members made our stay quite enjoyable.
Our room
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What could possibly prompt a person to ride their bike, day after day, for 10 days, from one town to the next? Is there anything important enough in your life that you would run endless miles in order to celebrate its existence?
I know these questions sound strange coming from me since I seem to be in constant search of crazy adventures and goals. But I actually have a reason for asking…
While in Yucatan Mexico I witnessed multiple groups of young people riding their bikes and other groups of young people running on the roadside, all for one reason, to celebrate Our Lady of Guadalupe.
Each group carried large banners with an image of the saint. Many of the young people fastened framed pictures of the virgin to their bikes. 
I’m going to assume many of you are as clueless as me concerning this saint. I’ve seen her picture, I’ve seen her statue and even altars built for her praise. Honestly I never thought anything more than “There is a statue of the Virgin Mary.” The thing is Our Lady of Guadalupe is much more to the Mexican people than just being the Virgin Mary…she is their saint.
A van full of kids waiting for their turn to run
Prior to my trip to Mexico I knew next to nothing about this saint. But the young people, enthusiastically celebrating the patron saint of Mexico, peeked my interest and since I’ve been back in the States I have been reading up on Our Lady of Guadalupe.
According to articles I’ve read the Virgin Mary appeared several times to an Aztec farmer named Juan Diego in 1521. When the farmer went to the Bishop and reported the Virgin Mary had appeared and asked for a church to be built on that specific spot the bishop did not believe him and asked for proof.
When he returned to her, The Virgin Mary filled Juan’s cloak with roses. He returned to the bishop and opened his cloak to dump out the roses when an image of Our Lady of Guadalupe appeared where the roses had been.
This is a very condensed version of the story. But there are so many facets of this story that I find fascinating.
The thing is, Our Lady of Guadalupe is more than just the Virgin Mary. She presented herself in a way that allowed the people to feel she was one of them, not an untouchable figure. She presented herself to a farmer, she spoke their language and the image that appeared on Juan’s cloak featured many important symbols of the Aztec people.
This incident allowed the people of Mexico to meld their believes as Aztecs with Christianity resulting in one of the largest periods of conversion in human history.
The pilgrimage of the bike riders and runners begins each year on December 2nd and continues until December 12th, of which is the day Juan showed the bishop proof that the Virgin Mary did indeed appear. Each night of the 10 days the riders pull into a village, sounding sirens and waving to the people that have gathered to greet them. The local church typically feeds them and they are given a place to sleep. It appeared to me that the villages were quite pleased to play host to the young people riding for their saint.
Our hosts while in Mexico were quite gracious. I had become so intrigued by the young people, that had taken on this challenge, that each time we saw a group riding/running down the road I begged to stop and take pictures. I was also fortunate that our friends lived only a block from the main road. This allowed me to run out and witness groups enter town in the evening and exit in the morning.
Support – following in the pick-up truck
Since I’ve ridden long distances on my bike I know how difficult it can be. The fact that these young men and women are riding bikes that are not “new”, not properly fitted and not meant to be ridden long distances makes it even more amazing to me.
Why would someone ride mile after mile, and day after day? I’m sure we all could have our reasons…but it appears for these young people…its faith.
We are leaving on vacation today (Mexico) and I am struggling. Not because I am going to enjoy a week in the sun relaxing, visiting and playing…but because I have to remember how to function without a phone. Yep, its the withdraw from technology I am struggling with.
We spent 45 minutes on the phone with AT&T (last night) trying to do things we should have done months ago…(please don’t judge…we know we are procrastinators!) AT&T has this new rule that you can’t get unlimited calls unless you have their cable service…well our cable service is in Tina’s name…we tried getting international for me but found it was still going to be expensive….so to make a really long (45 minutes to be exact) story much much shorter….we’ve decided I will simply not use my phone…..NOT use my phone!! Wow….
Its not really about the phone calls…I don’t care to talk on the phone. Its more about posting on Facebook, playing games, Instagram, WordPress, and texting thoughts that pop into my head to people who might (or might not) care to hear those thoughts….it’s feeling cut off.
Driving to the airport this morning Tina and I talked about how we used to vacation without cell phones. We actually used to function every day, quite well without cell phones. But not anymore. I have checked my “cell phone pocket” multiple times this morning…just to be assured its there.
So my little farm and factories on “Township” will have to wait till I return. My Words with Friends opponents will have to wait longer than usual for me to play my turn. And my cousin (one of 2 people that will play Wordox with me) will also have to put our games on hold.
I know my time will be occupied, I’ve even considered reading a book while we are away, and I know after a few days I will even quit checking my “phone pocket” for the security blanket…wish me luck. And of course wish Tina luck…she will have to deal with my withdraws!!
Conversations Around the Tree 