More Texas Bluebonnet Time
As always with these landscapes, best viewed in Lightbox, i.e., click on the expand arrows at upper right.
Another scene taken from the Willow City Loop Road in the Texas Hill Country. Such spectacular displays were seemingly around every bend along most of this road's length.
After leaving Willow Loop, I headed for Florida but made a decided detour that would cost me about four hours. I decided to travel to Thornton, Mississippi--a repeat visit to the bar there to drop off four photos for the gentlemen in this photo, taken three years earlier: www.flickr.com/photos/80014607@N05/25879917300/
Why? Just for the heck of it. They had been nice enough to let me take their photo, so I decided to be nice enough to reward them for that. When I arrived, I could only find the gentleman in the center of the photo--Chester. Unfortunately, one of the four deliveries will never be made. The guy 2nd from the left had died in the intervening years. More specifically, he had been murdered . . . by his own son. To understate, major bummer. That must've really roiled this tiny community. In any case, Chester said the murdered soul had been his best friend, so he was particularly happy to receive the photograph. I suggested that a surviving relative might want a copy, and Chester said he would see to it. Another patron of the bar wanted a copy to hang inside, so I gave her one as well.
More Texas Bluebonnet Time
As always with these landscapes, best viewed in Lightbox, i.e., click on the expand arrows at upper right.
Another scene taken from the Willow City Loop Road in the Texas Hill Country. Such spectacular displays were seemingly around every bend along most of this road's length.
After leaving Willow Loop, I headed for Florida but made a decided detour that would cost me about four hours. I decided to travel to Thornton, Mississippi--a repeat visit to the bar there to drop off four photos for the gentlemen in this photo, taken three years earlier: www.flickr.com/photos/80014607@N05/25879917300/
Why? Just for the heck of it. They had been nice enough to let me take their photo, so I decided to be nice enough to reward them for that. When I arrived, I could only find the gentleman in the center of the photo--Chester. Unfortunately, one of the four deliveries will never be made. The guy 2nd from the left had died in the intervening years. More specifically, he had been murdered . . . by his own son. To understate, major bummer. That must've really roiled this tiny community. In any case, Chester said the murdered soul had been his best friend, so he was particularly happy to receive the photograph. I suggested that a surviving relative might want a copy, and Chester said he would see to it. Another patron of the bar wanted a copy to hang inside, so I gave her one as well.