Peaceful Grazing Near Noack

While I don’t know much about horses, they are wonderful subjects for a camera, particularly on an evening with warm light that does its part to bring serenity.   These fine equestrian examples were seen last evening as I drove around the Noack area, but not far from Thrall or Beyersville.   Local friends know the area well. 

Bluebonnets and Donkeys

A friend recently suggested I take a drive a little south of Beyersville if interested in not just lots of bluebonnets, but also many donkeys among them.  Since it involved a little extra driving, I was happy to find the place.   Thankfully,  I was able to spend a few minutes taking photos from a lightly-traveled county road.  Growing up in far Northeast Texas (Texarkana) I can’t remember ever seeing bluebonnets, but they seem to thrive in Central, West and North Texas.   A recent post also located some in Nacogdoches.  Something in the Texas soil seems to suit our state wildflower (weed).  I wonder if any Texans have tried to get them to grow in other areas of the country?

The Morning’s Mist

It was wet enough this morning to carry an umbrella rather than my walking stick.   I really think of the moisture as a gentle mist.   The umbrella was only used about half of the two-plus hour stroll through Taylor.   The duck friends were seen at Bull Branch Park.    One photo is a completely soaked outdoor basketball court surface at Murphy Park.  Perhaps a bit outlandish, but so is the person taking the photo.   Droplets on leaves were also at Murphy Park.   The expressive flower was one of several near St. James Episcopal Church.   Only Olympus photos on my walks, friends.   If I weren’t so entrenched in Nikon gear, at times I’d toss it all in favor of lighter stuff.   My Olympus was purchased used, not their top of the line offering, but it’s so easy to carry.   As I age, that matters.  

Poppies

As Spring begins, how about some poppies?   These photos were actually taken Sunday evening in the Sunken Garden in Georgetown’s San Gabriel Park.   It was a warm night, adorned with nice light.   Today, however, it’s rather cold.   Georgetown’s Red Poppy Festival will be April 28-30 this year.   By then, the actual poppies will likely be gone.   One must strike while the iron is hot!  

A Few From the Georgetown Photography Festival

Throughout most of  Saturday’s Georgetown Photography Festival I was with an exhibit of Blackland Prairie photos at the Williamson Museum.   However, before my museum stint began  it was possible to get out to take a few photos, presented here.   The annual happening is coordinated the museum and David Valdez,  personal photographer for President George H.W. Bush during his time in office.   David is a Georgetown/Sun City resident.   Normally, I forego posting anything specifically local, assuming friends in other areas aren’t interested.   This post, however, speaks to an event that celebrates photography’s reach across the world, people getting together with a common purpose, their love and interest in the medium.   We see enough dissonance already.   It’s nice to be part of an event giving that a back seat for a while.  If anyone’s interested, my photos will be at the museum through end of the month.

At the Rookery … Building Their Nests

The trees around Taylor’s Murphy Park took quite a beating during our recent ice storm.   I wondered if our flock of migratory birds would have a place to bring new life to their families this year.   These birds, however, are resilient.   These are some photos taken this week as egrets stay busy collecting limbs and twigs to build their nests.  Humans would do well to embrace their work ethic.   I’ve photographed these birds since moving here in 2009.   They are graceful and beautiful, also a federally-protected species.

From the Texas Parks & Wildlife site: “Great egrets, great blue herons and other migratory birds are protected under federal law.  It’s illegal to shoot, tap, or harm them in any way.”

The dark photos are cormorants, year-round residents here.   There’s always a little dissonance when the egrets come to town, but they work things out.