2600 Fulton

This was the last of our gardens, and strangely we deliberated over its location more than any but the first. We drove around northeast Houston for an hour or two, but ended up heading back toward 45 and settling on this spot, which was one of the first places we had considered.


Joel looking manly fierce with the thatching rake.

23rd and Durham

This was possibly my favorite of our gardens. Maybe it was just the sun that day or all of us being together or I don't know what, but I had a lot of fun working on this one. This was the first garden in which I really felt like we knew what we were doing. The tools seemed to work for us, not against us, and the soil was rich and malleable. We found the bricks at a nearby construction site that Joel and I explored before we left. We climbed as far as we could up a wooden town home skeleton, and shot video of downtown and of Emily through the trees. The battery in the camera ran out just as we found the perfect angle, but it didn't matter. We had seen it, even if no one else had. -Eric