Galveston

Galveston on Wikipedia.

Roseate Spoonbills Nesting

Reddish Egret

Saw sixty-three birds on Bolivar Island near Galveston with Glen Olsen. 

Cornell Lab shows a nice video of the amazing way the Reddish Egret hunts. 

Yellow Shrimp Plant, Tyler Rose Garden

Linotype, Jeffferson, Texas

Red Moon Farm

On the web at redmoonfarmtx.

A Chair at Millard's Crossing

Lera Millard Oxford (d. 1992) enjoyed collecting old things. Chairs, for example. And buildings, too, which she would transport from their original locations to her site outside Nacogdoches, Texas, and then fill with the things she enjoyed collecting.

Rutherford B. Hayes Room, Excelsior Hotel

           Canopy of the apostle bed. 

Ms B

Crafted by Brown Stagecoach, Mineral Wells, Texas.

 

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Our Footprints

My size seven boot prints alongside the tracks of a bird.

Bluejay Sopping Wet

Young bluejay looks pensive after the rain. 

Full Rain Barrels

Over-flowing, actually, with recent rainfall.

 

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Rain, One Tenth

"We measure in tenths of an inch these days, rather than in inches," said MyMrMallory about the rains in North Central Texas these past few years.

 

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Riding in the River

 

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Clark Gardens, Mineral Wells, Texas

Turtle-watching was another enjoyable endeavor at the Gardens. 

On the River Wichita

la diosa cellars

And where to have a bite to eat while in Lubbock? Why, la diosa cellars, of course. 

Exquisite tapas and Creme Brûlée.

Feather Dalea

Along Highway 82 west of Crosbyton, Texas.

Off the Caprock

From Lubbock to Wichita Falls on Highway 82.

Lesser Prairie Chickens

     Roosters, actually, 25 to 35 of them stamping their feet, inflating their sacks, drumming, and chirping away while sparring against one another. Once in a long while, a hen flew in, mated, and then flew away.  Before daybreak, we could hear the roosters drumming, and then, slowly, as the sun rose, they appeared on the prairie before us. Hearing them, and watching them, gave me a sense of the primal. But a mere glimpse of a Lesser Prairie Chicken would have pleased me, even one flushing at my approach and flying away from me over the undulating hills of the Texas Panhandle; but here we were only yards from them and I at the ready with my camera. What an utterly marvelous way to make my dream come true.