A member of the Valley Lodge Trail Ride crosses over an overpass. In many ways, Fulshear is at an intersection of what is, was, and can be. Some long-time residents believe that as long as neighbors are able to work together, they hope to protect the town from further gentrification.

A member of the Valley Lodge Trail Ride crosses over an overpass. In many ways, Fulshear is at an intersection of what is, was, and can be. Some long-time residents believe that as long as neighbors are able to work together, they hope to protect the town from further gentrification.

 Master-plan housing communities have replaced vast prairies, where crops sprouted and cattle once grazed, in Fulshear, Texas. About 40 minutes west of Houston, Texas, it is now the fastest growing town in the state, according to the United States Census Bureau.

Master-plan housing communities have replaced vast prairies, where crops sprouted and cattle once grazed, in Fulshear, Texas. About 40 minutes west of Houston, Texas, it is now the fastest growing town in the state, according to the United States Census Bureau.

 “Nothing ever stays the same,” Joe Dozier said. A Fulshear native, he moved away when the development began impacting his memories.  “I miss the small-town atmosphere and the people. It’s not the Fulshear that I grew up in. Don’t judge it by what it is now. To be honest, I don’t even like going out there anymore.”

“Nothing ever stays the same,” Joe Dozier said. A Fulshear native, he moved away when the development began impacting his memories.

“I miss the small-town atmosphere and the people. It’s not the Fulshear that I grew up in. Don’t judge it by what it is now. To be honest, I don’t even like going out there anymore.”

 A mural hangs above the bookshelves of my childhood elementary school, depicting the landscape of what Fulshear once was.

A mural hangs above the bookshelves of my childhood elementary school, depicting the landscape of what Fulshear once was.

 The reality of what this town is today is much different. With each new road finished, house built, or pile of dirt removed, memories of myself and the other residents who spent their lives in Fulshear have eroded.

The reality of what this town is today is much different. With each new road finished, house built, or pile of dirt removed, memories of myself and the other residents who spent their lives in Fulshear have eroded.

 Houses started appear out of what seemed like nowhere. We were no longer a small town. We were an up-and-coming city.

Houses started appear out of what seemed like nowhere. We were no longer a small town. We were an up-and-coming city.

 The walls of Dozier’s Grocery and Market, a barbecue restaurant and smokehouse opened since 1957, have withstood the transformation.

The walls of Dozier’s Grocery and Market, a barbecue restaurant and smokehouse opened since 1957, have withstood the transformation.

 West of downtown, remnants of the past can be seen. Pecan trees stand tall. Memories of riding horses, wandering the woods, and witnessing the capability of nature is evident.

West of downtown, remnants of the past can be seen. Pecan trees stand tall. Memories of riding horses, wandering the woods, and witnessing the capability of nature is evident.

 East of downtown Fulshear, with trees that are strategically plotted, the control that nature once had over the Texas prairie is now overwhelmed with a suburban landscape.

East of downtown Fulshear, with trees that are strategically plotted, the control that nature once had over the Texas prairie is now overwhelmed with a suburban landscape.

 Isabel Levy makes and espresso drink at a local cafe, as I once did the same.

Isabel Levy makes and espresso drink at a local cafe, as I once did the same.

 The reality of what this town is today is much different. With each new road finished, house built, or pile of dirt removed, memories of myself and the other residents who spent their lives in Fulshear have eroded.

The reality of what this town is today is much different. With each new road finished, house built, or pile of dirt removed, memories of myself and the other residents who spent their lives in Fulshear have eroded.

 Only very early in the morning or late at night do the streets of my childhood looks the same. It is here, at this time and in moments like these, where my memories remain.

Only very early in the morning or late at night do the streets of my childhood looks the same. It is here, at this time and in moments like these, where my memories remain.

 A member of the Valley Lodge Trail Ride crosses over an overpass. In many ways, Fulshear is at an intersection of what is, was, and can be. Some long-time residents believe that as long as neighbors are able to work together, they hope to protect the town from further gentrification.
 Master-plan housing communities have replaced vast prairies, where crops sprouted and cattle once grazed, in Fulshear, Texas. About 40 minutes west of Houston, Texas, it is now the fastest growing town in the state, according to the United States Census Bureau.
 “Nothing ever stays the same,” Joe Dozier said. A Fulshear native, he moved away when the development began impacting his memories.  “I miss the small-town atmosphere and the people. It’s not the Fulshear that I grew up in. Don’t judge it by what it is now. To be honest, I don’t even like going out there anymore.”
 A mural hangs above the bookshelves of my childhood elementary school, depicting the landscape of what Fulshear once was.
 The reality of what this town is today is much different. With each new road finished, house built, or pile of dirt removed, memories of myself and the other residents who spent their lives in Fulshear have eroded.
 Houses started appear out of what seemed like nowhere. We were no longer a small town. We were an up-and-coming city.
 The walls of Dozier’s Grocery and Market, a barbecue restaurant and smokehouse opened since 1957, have withstood the transformation.
 West of downtown, remnants of the past can be seen. Pecan trees stand tall. Memories of riding horses, wandering the woods, and witnessing the capability of nature is evident.
 East of downtown Fulshear, with trees that are strategically plotted, the control that nature once had over the Texas prairie is now overwhelmed with a suburban landscape.
 Isabel Levy makes and espresso drink at a local cafe, as I once did the same.
 The reality of what this town is today is much different. With each new road finished, house built, or pile of dirt removed, memories of myself and the other residents who spent their lives in Fulshear have eroded.
 Only very early in the morning or late at night do the streets of my childhood looks the same. It is here, at this time and in moments like these, where my memories remain.

A member of the Valley Lodge Trail Ride crosses over an overpass. In many ways, Fulshear is at an intersection of what is, was, and can be. Some long-time residents believe that as long as neighbors are able to work together, they hope to protect the town from further gentrification.

Master-plan housing communities have replaced vast prairies, where crops sprouted and cattle once grazed, in Fulshear, Texas. About 40 minutes west of Houston, Texas, it is now the fastest growing town in the state, according to the United States Census Bureau.

“Nothing ever stays the same,” Joe Dozier said. A Fulshear native, he moved away when the development began impacting his memories.

“I miss the small-town atmosphere and the people. It’s not the Fulshear that I grew up in. Don’t judge it by what it is now. To be honest, I don’t even like going out there anymore.”

A mural hangs above the bookshelves of my childhood elementary school, depicting the landscape of what Fulshear once was.

The reality of what this town is today is much different. With each new road finished, house built, or pile of dirt removed, memories of myself and the other residents who spent their lives in Fulshear have eroded.

Houses started appear out of what seemed like nowhere. We were no longer a small town. We were an up-and-coming city.

The walls of Dozier’s Grocery and Market, a barbecue restaurant and smokehouse opened since 1957, have withstood the transformation.

West of downtown, remnants of the past can be seen. Pecan trees stand tall. Memories of riding horses, wandering the woods, and witnessing the capability of nature is evident.

East of downtown Fulshear, with trees that are strategically plotted, the control that nature once had over the Texas prairie is now overwhelmed with a suburban landscape.

Isabel Levy makes and espresso drink at a local cafe, as I once did the same.

The reality of what this town is today is much different. With each new road finished, house built, or pile of dirt removed, memories of myself and the other residents who spent their lives in Fulshear have eroded.

Only very early in the morning or late at night do the streets of my childhood looks the same. It is here, at this time and in moments like these, where my memories remain.

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