Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Bitterwater Road

Don't you think that sounds so Old West?   I love the name and it's a wonderful long drive through nothing but ranch land with no fences and no cell service.   Cattle walking across the road, taking naps under the scattered oak trees.   I opted out of riding horses yesterday and took my new camera for a very very long drive in search of wildflowers.   I found the hills of poppies in another area that someone had photographed but there was no way to get to them.   That person either knows the ranch owner and got access to a private dirt road, or he went in stealth and walked a very long distance.   


This field was decorated in purple.   This was taken standing on the side of the road hoping the lack of traffic on Bitterwater Road wouldn't change.


The drive took me back to Shell Creek and I was happy to see a few lupines starting to show among the yellow.   


It was a very pretty day but lots of driving.   Today, I'm getting back in the saddle a little closer to home.   Enjoy your Tuesday!


13 comments:

A Quiet Corner said...

Nice day from a ride!...:)JP

TexWisGirl said...

that first shot is so beautiful!

Comfypjs said...

Looks like your new camera is a good one! Your images are stunning!

charlotte said...

Absolutely gorgeous photos! I would love to be able to see this landscape some day. Greetings from the far north, Charlotte

shirley said...

So beautiful! I love that top photo, even though it is taken from afar. Have a great time in the saddle!

Tabor said...

What a nice spring feast for the eyes.

Margaret Adamson said...

I love all three shots. Lovely to see the spring flowers

Lin said...

Oh, how lovely!

Tails FromProvence said...

The skies are just as beautiful as the flowers. Great photos.

Author R. Mac Wheeler said...

yep...gorgeous

Missy George said...

Gorgeous photos..The skies are super..

Daryl said...

makes me feel like spring has sprung, of course it hasn't ..not here anyway

Imagebloke said...

Stunning

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