
This theme lends itself to one subject (in my book, anyway). Bet you can't guess! (Yeah, right.)
Hey, she's six weeks old now!
OK, so it takes a little imagination. This big gnarly piece of tree (the rear one) was at one time part of a combination of trees that, when the water level was just right, looked like a dragon playing in the water.
This is the edge of the shore, beside where the old FM 3286 bridge still stands (its skeleton, at least). It was a bit windy, and the waves were leaping up the side of the shore. I just kind of liked the leaping water, and the theme title was just made for this theme (or vice versa). (View it at full size for the full effect.)
This old tree was hit by lightning four or five years ago. I thought it was surely dead, but it just wasn't ready to go! The dead part shades the sheep in the heat of the afternoon, and the live part shows that it ain't over 'til it's over. Best lesson "broken" has ever taught me (other than don't jump on a board that is not supported in the middle--I was ten, OK?).
This big house went up on top of a hill not far from my home. I never even realized they were building it, but when the sun reflects off that dynamite copper roof, there's no missing it! It's set far enough back from the road, and with a rusty barbed wire fence surrounding it, that this is as close as I could get. I love that copper roof, and can't wait until it gets the lovely patina that Mother Nature will give it over time!
This innocuous looking grass is tall fescue, and it is the cause of a great deal of trouble and expense for me. This grass has a parasite called an endophyte (a parasite to the plant--a symbiotic relationship which is beneficial to both the grass and the endophyte). This endophyte is a real problem for breeders of horses, sheep and goats, although it doesn't appear to affect cattle. (Sheep and goats get the worst of it--I won't go into the gory details, and they really are gory.)
I've always loved dragons! (Not as much as horses, but when's the last time you petted a dragon?) These are two of he dragon figurines I've collected over the years. Most of them have gone on to other homes, other dracophiles, but somehow these two guys, along with a tiny pewter one, have stuck around. They were always my favorites.
This is the first half of a sharp s-turn that I tackle every day, to and from work. Amazing how often they have to replace or repair that guard rail. (And those are million dollar + homes on the other side of those bushes--those 10-foot-tall bushes!) There was no guard rail at all until they built the first few of those homes.
This is Symphony on her first day out of the stall (four days old). A horse's lips are equivalent to a human's fingers, so mouthing and tasting everything is the first thing they do. This brat, I mean filly, has only her four milk teeth (and I have the bruise on my arm to prove she can use them!). She's checking out the semi-dried dirt clods, lumps, etc. in the front lot.
I'm running out of photos! But the sun is out today (finally!!) and I'll be out later with my trusty sidekick the D80, making like the photographic big game hunter: looking for anything worth shooting! My way's much better: No blood!
Can't get much greener (or oranger???) than a ladybug on a weedstalk. When I was photographing the unusual green butterfly (a few posts back), I saw this little lady on a nearby plant, slowly making her way around and down, on her way to ?? where? I don't know where ladybugs go, but I'm always glad to see one on her journey.
A neighbor around the corner has a lovely stand of bluebonnets in his side yard every spring. I had to get a shot or two, and this is the view from the street. His three little trees (about 7 or 8 feet tall now) are ankle deep in bluebonnets. They may be common here in the spring, but they're beautiful. I think they're about the best thing about Texas!
Some people think church/synagogue/mosque is where you go to worship whatever deity you believe in. If he/she is truly the creator of all, isn't "all" a place of worship, as well? I find myself closer to spirit in nature, rather than in a manmade building. If you can't see your God in these places, then where? (A very small god indeed, if a building is the only place he/she resides!)
Here's the one set of girders they removed from the bridge before removing themselves from the scene. Kids play on them while their parents fish. (Scares me to death--too many rough edges and holes, but I'm a paranoid grandparent! I'm always complaining that today's kids are too protected for their own good, so here I am complaining about kids not protected enough. I think the overprotectiveness of our society is rubbing off! Aaaarrrrrggghhhhhhh!) Still, it doesn't look like the best playground equipment . . .
The remains of the old bridge on FM3286 still stand beside the (much wider & safer) new bridge. I wish they could have left it available for foot traffic and the many bicycle races that come through this way. There are "No Fishing From Bridge" signs on the new one; the old one would have been ideal for that!
The pleasure harness classes at any horse show require various levels of dress-up. The Ladies Single Pleasure sports the most elaborate and elegant of all. This lovely lady is dressed to the nines in her Single Pleasure costume (with jeans hidden under the long dress coat!). I just thought she was so beautiful in that had and red coat, I just couldn't resist snapping a few shots off as she drove by. (Do you believe it? A horse-related post with NO HORSE in it!!!)
What are reins for a riding horse, are called "lines" on a driving horse. The lines should keep the bit in contact with the horse's mouth, but not nagging him (in other words, firm but not tight) Unlike a riding horse, you can't use your legs and body as cues to the horse. Those lines are your only means of communication--other than your voice, which is one way communication--the lines are two way. You learn through your fingers to "listen" as well as to "talk" to the horse. That's called "feel", and it's one of those things some folks come by naturally, some don't. I never had a good seat on a horse, but I do have good "feel."
I don't know what kind of butterfly this is, but it is the first green one I've ever seen. I thought it was just exquisite, with almost translucent wings (which don't really show up on the photo). A beautiful creature! (View full size to get a better look.)