When I moved from Egypt to Dallas in 1972 I fell in love with Fair Park. It replaced my ever-Egyptian archaeological haunt, the big open architectural space, huge stone figures saturated with history and silence in the heart of a busy city. There were columns, arcades and old color on murals and sudden changes of light from under a portico to sun-filled walkway. Being there is being special. I explored the park at different times of the year and different times of the day, always with camera and tripod.
