I had a tiny, tiny surgical procedure a while back (it was so tiny that from going back to the operating room to walking out the door to go home was just over an hour) but my sweet friend Janet thought I’d earned a lovely bouquet of tulips.
Remembering the photographic success I had with week-old roses (also from Janet!), I save the tulips until they started to fall apart. As you can tell, old tulips aren’t quite as compelling as those roses. But still, I had to try.
my kitchen table
Along this ridge, south of Sweetwater, there are literally too many wind turbines to count.
(See those crooked white lines that look like giant sutures? Turbines. See what I mean?)
near Nolan, Texas