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Sojourn South of the Yellow Rio Grande
-Part 1- Bertram Goodhue’s first publication in his early 20’s, A Somewhat Sojourn South of the Yellow Rio Grande was a small journal...


Moonlight in Chicago
John Hancock Tower in Chicago As an architect I have privileges. My work takes me to some of the most beautiful cities in the world. ...


Old Galveston Road
As a child, one of my favorite destinations was my Aunt Margaret’s house. Margaret was my father’s older sister and my godmother, as...


Our Own Tex-Mex
A personal passion of many in the studio has always been cooking, and on several occasions throughout the year we try to celebrate this. ...


The Art of the Landscape and the Architect
~ Part 3 ~ I have found that art has a tremendous capacity to capture memories. I’m not referring to the post card painting of Mt....


The Art of the Landscape and the Architect
-Part 2- For centuries architects have looked to artists for the interpretation of place. Artists such as Eugene Delacroix, David Brown,...


The Art of the Landscape and the Architect
-Part 1- I usually begin my discussion about landscape painting with an example of art as a palimpsest; those ancient manuscripts on...


I used to be an Architect
One March, I thought it might be nice to take my family along for a site visit in the Bahamas. The kids had Spring Break and I could take...


Butcher Ranch – Part Three
By the time we broke ground, Milton had already cleared many of the choked acres from the twisted mesquite, opening vistas to graceful...


Butcher Ranch – Part Two
Read Butcher Ranch – Part One “We had a recent article on Houzz, where there was an immense amount of feedback; some on the house that I...


Butcher Ranch – Part One
We had a recent article on Houzz, where there was an immense amount of feedback; some on the house that I had designed, yes; but more so,...


Stop and Smell the Ink
Michael’s Sketch of Villa Capra (Villa Rotunda) John Ruskin had once said, “To draw the Leaf, is to know the Forest.” For generations...


The Rug
As I negotiate my way through the crowd I become mute and dumb, so that entrepreneurial tour guides don’t latch on to another hapless...


My Father’s Hands
I awoke one morning to find I had my father’s hands. We often hear others say, “you have your mother’s eyes,” or, “your father’s nose”....


The Table
One evening after sitting for hours around a friend’s kitchen table with a bottle of wine (well, maybe two), our laughter quieted to take...


Paris in the Snow
I love Europe in the winter. I’ve seen Paris and Florence in the snow. I’ve seen the gentle rolling English countryside freshly dusted...


A Place We Call Our Own
In the morning I step out into one of my favorite scenes and settle with a creak into my wicker rocker, the serenity embracing and...


A Genuine Place
I’m not originally from San Antonio. Yes, my family is Texan from way back, but I was born in Houston. My clan arrived here in their...


Who We Are
Our friend and Editor of Southern Living, Lindsay Bierman, opened January’s issue with a quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson- To be yourself...
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