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One-Word Wednesday

This little poser rests on false garlic at Community Park.

This little poser rests on false garlic at Community Park in Missouri City.


Horticulture Class

Note the pods!

Note the pods!

A recent article in the “Houston Chronicle” informed us that bluebonnets are part of the bean (legume) family. That struck me as odd, because I had never seen pods near our beloved state flower (yes, images from “The Body Snatchers” did just pop into my head!).

Until last Sunday.

It was too nice of a day to stay inside . . . especially if it meant decluttering, which we need to do desperately. So instead the Mister and I (plus my Nikon dSLR and Nikon 105mm macro lens) left my 10-mile comfort radius and made the big drive to Houston. First, we enjoyed lunch at Goode Co. BBQ. When I saw a small patch of bluebonnets across the street, I walked over and snapped the above pic.


Almost looks patriotic

Almost looks patriotic

Eventually we ended up at TC Jester Park, where I’ve snapped many a disc golf and wildflower photo. The place was brimming with beauty! Bluebonnets were plentiful.

Over and over

Crimson and clover, over and over

As well as bright crimson clovers (anyone else hearing the Tommy James and the Shondells’ song playing in their head?).

Ready for a drink

Ready for a drink

Winecups dotted the scenery.

Ready to dance

Dance time

Plus a few Mexican hats.

Small but mighty

Small but mighty

Tiny flowers added bits of brightness, too.

Naturally, others horned in on my fun.

King of the bluebonnet!

King of the bluebonnet!

I didn’t mind sharing the experience with skippers and butterflies.

Snuggling with an Indian blanket

Snuggling with an Indian blanket

But, as usual, there were too many bees. I know how important they are in nature. However, when they start chasing me away, I can almost hear them taunting me as they buzz . . .

Part of nature’s cycle

Please bee nice

“Class dismissed!”

The Natural Side of Disc Golf

A disc communes with cacti.

Because I’m a photographer, disc golf is more than just a sport to me.

Beautiful purple flowers make their presence known.

Although I love documenting my younger son playing, I’m thankful there usually are distractions that make me glad I’m using my Nikon 105mm macro lens.

I don’t want to know what these cicadas were doing before exiting their shells.

When the guys played at the Roy G. Guerrero disc golf course recently in Austin, the 105 got a workout shooting drives and putts as well as plenty of nature. The course features lots of trees, a bunch of exoskeletons hanging off leaves, and a few wildflowers.

Several butterflies try to blend in with a tree.

We saw lots of non-colorful butterflies.

I see you!

Most were on the trees.

Large and in charge among the wood chips

While some rested on the ground trying not to get hit by flying discs.

A green bee on a thistle

Among those few wildflowers were beautiful thistles. This one attracted a green bee (I had never seen one before).

A skipper on a thistle

Skippers also liked the purple hues.

Skippers and thistles go together.

I came away from the course with an appreciation for all it had to offer . . . in terms of disc golf and nature!

The Non-Disc Golf Side of Texas States

An ibis ignores a disc golf basket.

Having photography A.D.D. means that when I shoot something like the Texas State Disc Golf Championship, my focus always is wandering. Literally.

These huge weeds were very distracting.

It certainly doesn’t help that disc golf courses are in parks.

Love this gorgeous color!

All that beautiful nature competes with the disc throwers for my photographic attention.

A skipper poses for a few seconds.

It’s not as easy to get up close and personal with nature without my Nikon 105mm macro lens, but my Nikon 70-200mm plus 1.4x teleconverter usually was up to the task.

Standing tall and alone

It was a good thing that there weren’t bluebonnets and Indian blankets among all that flora.

The yellow and purple make a pleasant contrast.

Otherwise, I might have snapped very few disc golf photos!

One-Word Wednesday

A skipper rests on a bluebonnet in Gonzales.


A damselfly visits the Mission Concepción in San Antonio.

A bluebonnet draws interest from a bee in Gonzales county.

This magenta wildflower is a fine stopping place for a skipper in Gonzales.

Red is this butterfly’s favorite color; the flowers are in a field in Gonzales county.

A bee is barely visible among purple flowers outside of the Mission Concepción.

A skipper watches disc golf at Imperial Park.

Low Flyers

A blue dragonfly rests for awhile.

Remember that old, overgrown former golf course I wrote about last week? The one where nature mixes with disc golf?

A red dragonfly finds a nice perch.

I returned there last Saturday for yet another disc golf tournament. And, once again, I concentrated more on flying nature than flying discs (although I did watch my head) with my Nikon 105mm macro lens.

Red and blue share quality time.

And this was my reward! I focused my photographic efforts around one of the few lakes that still contains water. With dragonflies buzzing all around, two 0f them—one red and the other blue—thoroughly entertained me by actually stopping to rest on the few plants growing out of the moisture.

A red dragonfly sails through the air.

I even made the above lucky capture (first time I had snagged a d-fly airborne) my photo of the day!

A skipper spreads its wings.

But the dragonflies weren’t the only low flyers having fun in the sunshine.

Skippers look like miniature butterflies.

Delicate, little skippers danced and played in the grass. They don’t soar as high as butterflies, but they still seem to enjoy their low flights.

A fly perches on the Mister’s hat, which was in his golf cart.

Then there was this guy. Funny how he has “fly” in his name yet no one thinks he’s as cute as those with “dragon” added on. As we’re ooohing and aaahing over the graceful dragonflies, we’re swatting this pesky fella.

But he’s also a part of the low-flying acrobats I photographed close to the lake. I could’ve added a shot of a mosquito, too, but I was too busy trying to end their lives before they could bite me, successfully turning their low flying into no flying.