Male turkeys along Highway 367.
A characteristic view of the country roads I saw yesterday, and on the right, the empty oil cans used as communication devices between pumpers and gaugers in use until a couple of decades ago.
Up close look at the cans.
Set of communication devices near Swanson Ranch Road.
Brightly painted yellow cans along 367.
The inside of the church seems inspiring.
The Rose window.
The grotto.
My Mr Mallory poses with Saint Mary's in the background.
A spirited bike needs a tie-down.
Late August usually does not afford such a green landscape; but this year we have had more rain than usual.
A Longhorn rests under a tree along with American Bison.
CC wishes to remain anonymous, and so JoAnn may not say in her book that this is a portrait of his little sister painted by Hermann.
Skip owns the painting below, which struck me at first as unusual in that the tree is in the middle of the canvas, and that, it is effective anyway.
The J Hirschi portrait presented problems for me because of the lighting. JoAnn carried it outside in the natural light, and held it for me as she held her breath, standing as perfectly still as she could while I took the image. Some post processing in the digital darkroom revealed a little bit of the color and hid some slight damage.
Skip also owns the landscape showing autumn on the shore of a lake. Perhaps he kept in mind autumn in Ohio while he painted this landscape.
JoAnn recently purchased the landscape below, which I've taken to call "Sheep May Safely Graze."
Ambling around makes time go by quickly. On our way home I took a quick shot of the sunset.
I felt fortunate to have the opportunity to photograph these two nightjars, for BirdManBob would release them the same evening.
A baby Cattle Egret fallen from its nest onto the concrete parking area of the Harrison Apartments. Wildlife lovers say that Fire ants invaded Bird Island on Lake Arrowhead, which forced the birds to nest elsewhere, unfortunately within human domain. Since they are a federally protected species, they may remain in the trees at the Harrison apartments. Human tenants have moved away.
Mac's second hangar need roof repair.
From 6,500 feet we see crop circles.
Fellow farmers.
In a farmer's meeting room downtown Dalhart.
Driving across miles of agriculture land.
Flowers grow around a gate.
Insects thrive in the Texas Panhandle.
To the right, a corn crop circle; top, amazing cloud formations.
Bud shows healthy corn cobs.
An endless horizon with the occasional horse and cow, but many species of flowers.
Aviation traffic is heavy in Dalhart.
From behind Jim's Citation 560 XL parked in Pampa.
