This was taken by Bubba's cell phone at 6:50am CST yesterday morning. The view is from the middle of our front yard, facing the iron pen, with the sun beginning to rise behind the trees of the Jack Gore Baygall Unit of the Big Thicket National Preserve.
The difference in the height of the trees in the foreground to those in the background is not due to their stature, but because of the fairly steep slope of the land. Goes on that way for a fair piece, then more or less levels out as you really get into the baygall.
I do hope you'll check out the link above. It explains why this place is of value and beauty to us all. It is unusually diverse in animal and plant life. And a treasure to those who enjoy birding.
To us in particular, it's where the cows roamed. Complete with dipping vat. It's where children played and roamed. It is where Easter cookouts and egg hunts were held in a clearing. It contains locations my father-in-law "watched" for the oil companies. Places my husband worked, fixed and maintained. It is where my husband had his first hunting experiences. It's a personal heritage to him, his family and his children.