Although the title may sound like an oxymoron, there is beauty to be found in West Texas. This is a photo that I took from a flight leaving Lubbock, Texas, my hometown. (Actually, my hometown is Idalou, but nobody knows Idalou- it’s down the road a piece from Lubbock.) While growing up on these dusty plains, it was hard for me to look at the landscape around me and think it was beautiful. My mom taught me to look upward- to the big, wide sky that stretches from horizon to horizon to recognize the beauty of our surroundings. I found another perspective that’s pretty spectacular – the colors and patterns in this photo are like a beautifully designed quilt, one that you’ll cherish forever.