Written by Texas Highways
Round Rock Honey begins with honeys sourced from about 900 individual hives concentrated in Central Texas, says Konrad Bouffard, who founded Round Rock Honey in 2003 with his wife, Elizabeth.
Libby Lane cuts and sews her streamlined leather bags in an old converted bunkhouse on the Panhandle ranch where she grew up, surrounded by cattle and wide-open space. Although she has lived and worked in the fashion and art business in New York and Chicago, and her bags are coveted internationally, the 27-year-old prefers to work close to the land from which both she and her craft hail.
You can’t play a sad song on a banjo, says Chuck Lee. Which is a big part of why this banjo-pickin’ father of seven and plumber by trade decided to use his retirement savings to convert his backyard shed into a banjo workshop.
In his song “Stuff That Works,” Texas troubadour Guy Clark pays homage to “stuff that holds up … stuff that’s real.” His description of a favorite blue shirt worn soft over time is enough to make you wince at the thought of buying a T-shirt made in an overseas factory. Clark’s sweet, simple lyrics honor things with integrity—the stuff that lasts.
When Patricia Wolf was a little girl growing up in Pennsylvania, she often fell asleep at night gazing at the posters of Western landscapes she’d put on her wall, thinking: “Someday, I’ll live in Texas.”
Behind his house in central Austin, in a tiny space decked out with machinery, an industrial oven, and a peg-board holding tools and designs, Nick Crumpton transforms the raw material of carbon fiber into sleek, lightweight riding machines.
"If you want to find out how to do something, you just have to start doing it,” says artist Joseph Hopps in his low East Texas drawl. “And if you are lucky, you will find someone along the way who knows more about it than you do.”
Robin’s egg linen, yellow seersucker, blue madras... The fabric options for a custom-made Dos Carolinas’ guayabera are as varied and inviting as the colors in a crayon box.
As familiar as bluebonnets and Dairy Queen, the Aermotor windmills that dot the Texas countryside are such a fixture that you might overlook them. But take note. These graceful machines turning in the wind have been hydrating Texas’ arid lands for generations, faithfully drawing water from as deep as 1,500 feet underground.
It’s Burn-et, Durn-it! Can’t you learn it? So goes the popular saying in the town of Burnet, as natives poke gentle fun at out-of-towners and the dreadfully incorrect pronunciation—“Burr–nette.” But however you say it, this Hill Country burg near the Highland Lakes makes for a great destination.
Capitalizing on its naturally spooky atmosphere, the National Museum of Funeral History in Houston is holding a series of special events to celebrate Halloween and el Dia de Los Muertos.