Our World is White

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OWT-Signs of spring

The valley below where I live…

…sees spring first.

Back up on the Weaver Mountains…

…the Manzanita bloom.

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It must be spring!

Texas Redbud

At least it seems like that in West Texas. Trees are budding, the temperatures in the 70s F, and the wind is blowing like crazy.

Left Alpine this morning after a wonderful visit with old friends from my Mount St. Helens Rangering days almost 20 years ago.

Looks like limestone on the bottom topped by shale and some conclomerate

I love roadcut geology.

By Doug J

Twice I saw a Caracara at road kill. (This image is from the web.) A lifer!

Pecos River

Started looking for an RV Park about 4pm near Eagle Pass. All full, mostly with oil workers. Drove another 125 miles until I found a place in Cotulla. Way too many hours for a day but does put me closer to my destination. A little over 200 more miles to go.

Diverse walk in the Weavers

I’ve been home in Yarnell this weekend and it feels like summer. (Especially compared to the snow on the North Rim.)

Cactus blooming…

…flowers popping with color.

Every where I turned something caught my eye.

Or caught my pants.

What a beautiful world we live in.

From the small and unusual…

…to a tiny hidden alcove of usual desert plants.

We can look down on the world from above,

or look up at the sky from below.

As life scurries along,

I just want to enjoy it all.

The sun reflects on one flower,

and barely finds another.

The old stalks may lean towards the earth…

…while the young reach for the sky.

And water gathers in the draw…

…providing a playground.

Daffodils

I grew up in the southwest suburbs of Chicago, Illinois where the first spring blooms from memory were daffodils. Their bright sunny faces promised the coming of summer.

Today, Berta brought me daffodils. I look forward to watching them unfold, much like myself coming out of a cocoon from winter.


“...For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.”

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).

Spring Fever

A 70 degree day in February makes me dream of spring blooms which you can see here.