I grabbed my camera and slowly pushed open my door. With my camera wedged between a partly opened door and the car I took two shots of him. With his head turned away I knew they would be terrible shots but a bad owl shot is still an owl shot.
Winter Comes to Texas
As I navigated the two-lane road I was careful to go slow ...“Driving Miss Daisy” slow. The first car that I passed in a ditch appeared to have been there for awhile because at least an inch of snow had started to pile on it. The second car I passed had spun out leaving visible tire marks across the road and embankment as it slid and landed backside into a utility pole. With help on the scene, I said a quick prayer for the driver and moved on.
Chasing the Light
As I gingerly sidestepped my way into the field I was careful to not crush any blooms as I looked for the perfect composition. The white skies that had stuck around all day hinted at a possible chance that the sun might break through. At one point, I looked over at my friend, and told her that we just might luck out and get a pop of sunshine.
Gulley Road
In the middle of a dirt road, I watched tree branches sway in the wind and listened to the chorus of birds sing to each other. Other times in the very same spot, the air is hot and there is not a hint of a breeze. But on every visit, different birds sit atop the same old dead tree that has become my favorite spot for bird watching.