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On the way home I snapped some shots of the wildflowers that are just starting. These are on Highway 71 just over a mile from the house.
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I think these are wild grapes. The flowers look like wisteria from a distance.
I am an artist that paints in pastels, with some oils, and acrylics. I sketch in pen and ink. As an artist my original paintings are influenced from living in Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, Colorado, Bolivia, Peru and Chile, and travels throughout much of Canada and all our fifty States. This is my spot for posting paintings and sketches, to muse mostly about art, life and a little about UT Baseball.
4 comments:
Wow. Those are some great photos. I still haven't seen but a couple of bluebonnets. I guess I need to get out of town and onto some byways, eh?
You are just living the life of Riley! The geraniums turned out great and I love the step by step photos. You always make me want to get out my pastels.
The term "spring fever" just does not do justice to the way I feel when I think of spring time in the Hill Country. Your pictures of Kathy and Tommy reminded me of our trip to Gruene Hall last spring to hear Michael Hearne and eat at the Grist Mill. The urge to go south is strong.
Jo: OK, now I'm really jealous. I'm trying to find spring blooms and you have fields of flowers. Thanks for sharing.
fishing guy, I am not trying to rub it in .... really. Heh, heh.
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