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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Camels in North Texas


            Decades ago, Robert Hudson's liaisons flew to the outback of Australia, captured several camels, and shipped them to his ranch near Wichita Falls. One million dollars were made selling the offspring of these camels. His widow, an energetic and engaging woman whose love of camels has no end, continues to sell camels. The Museum of North Texas History hosted a lecture this afternoon on camels in North Texas.

This two-week old fellow greeted guests outside the MoNTH door.

In addition to looking beautiful, sensual, and soft, camel eyes have three eye lids. The three eye lids developed as protection to the eyeball from the powdery sands of the deserts. 

Robert Palmer gave a characteristically engaging lecture, this one on the history of camels in the United States, beginning in 1836, and then going into the later half of the Nineteenth Century.  

Leta encouraged the guests to enjoy drinking punch and mingling. 


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