Lone Yearling

I'll ask Warren what this gal is doing all by herself in this field.

Horseshoe Bay Resort Stroll

Evening over Lake Lyndon B. Johnson

Condominia and houses along the shore.

A line of lights. 

Church on the hill.

Lines of car lights delineate a road.

Palmetto, in Honor of Artist Ken Jahnke

Horseshoe Bay.

Hamilton Post Office Mural

             Mural by Ward Lockwood, Texas Rangers in Camp, fresco seco, 1942, at the Hamilton Post Office on 120 South Rice Street, Texas.

Kevin's Big Blue Project

My ongoing post about my experience participating in Kevin Selle's Big Blue Project. 

The South Pond Where I Found the Cows

Mistflower

Growing prolifically in clumps here and there in the countryside. 

Archer County.

Devil's Claw

Proboscidea louisianica

Extensive source for fascinating information at Wikipedia.

The East Pond Where I Found the Horses

     At the East Pond, I came upon some of the horses. To the west, the horse named Bird and a colt stood at the fence and neighed at the herd, apparently wishing to re-join them. Clay separated the colt from the other horses to protect him from bites.

Some of the horses.

Prickly pear in the foreground.

An old tree along the bank.

Trees survived the drought.

Gray County Courthouse

Texas Historical Commission's information about the Gray County Courthouse.

Texas Plains Trail Region's information about the beautiful courthouse.

Gray County's Website.

Texas Courthouse Trail's detailed images.

Milky Way from the Truck

     The evening was pitch black. I could not see past my nose. In the distance, Doug plowed well into the darkness. I could see him from the top of the hill where I parked my truck. I saw his truck lights as he made his way across the pasture to the gate, and then down the road. As he left, I knew that I was the only human in the area. My eyes scanned the sky for meteors and the Milky Way.
      Sitting in my chair behind my camera and tripod, I heard a pump jack, chugga-chug, chugga-chug, night hawks, and coyotes. At some point during the night, I heard crunching sounds. What makes crunching sounds? I couldn't figure it out. Intimidated by the darkened, vast expanse of prairie grasses and all the critters it contains, I pulled my chair, tripod, and camera onto the bed of the truck, and settled down for the night. With every coyote yowl, with every crunching sound, I pulled my sister-in-law's quilt over my head.
     At around one o'clock in the morning, clouds blew in, covering the meteors.
     Here are a couple of shots that turned out okay.

The Milky Way above my truck, and to the right, my fisheye lens camera at work.

My fisheye lens shows the Milky Way and the clouds as they roll in.

Green Panhandle

Flowers along the roads in the Texas Panhandle.

Green grasses in August.

An Air Tractor sprays for bugs on the tall corn.

Playa Lakes and Smartweed

Smartweed, grows prolifically in the playa lakes of the Texas Panhandle. 

The playas play an important part of the ecosystem. 

Texas Parks & Wildlife's Panhandle Playa Lakes