First wildflowers are like first-born children, in that they are the subject of a lot of photographs.
I had this not-very-profound thought while periodically getting out of my chair on the porch and photographing the handful of flowers blooming in my friends’ garden in the Hill Country outside of Burnet. The single bluebonnet, dual Indian blanket and two mountain laurels bushes kept changing in the Hill Country afternoon sunlight, luring me back for another shot. This hilltop perch will be blanketed in blooms in just a couple weeks, but at present I was focused on just a few small spots of color.
And then there’s the view. From where I was sitting, I could see the entire Colorado River Valley. And yes, there is a Colorado River in Texas, not to be confused with the one that created the Grand Canyon. It’s taken considerable mental adjustment over the decades (sigh) to not only live in but come to love Houston, which is one of the flattest, least-scenic places on earth. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss my views. But I’m returning to New Mexico this summer, so I’ve got mountain views in my near future.