No More Bluebonnets
I've posed with enough bluebonnets over the years. Beth found the perfect thistle, instead.
Then she got excited when she saw the bee. I've posed on turtles and cats, with hummingbirds and bugs. She was excited about this new friend.
But the bee flew off and the wind blew, just after Beth balanced me on top. I took a sudden tumble, but the prickly stem stuck to my legs like Velcro.
I love a wild flower adventure!
Part Way Up
Enchanted April is the name of a movie. Beth wants to go to Italy when she watches the movie. This April, she stayed in Texas and took me to Enchanted Rock instead. I am only sitting about half way up the Rock, in this photo.
Pink Granite Mountain in Texas
The big "pink rock" covers about 640 acres. It rises up 425 feet. It's the largest pink granite monadnock in the U.S. A monadnock is an isolated mountain, by the way.
Enchanted Rock actually looks pretty boring, in every picture I've ever seen.
At the Top
At the top you can hunt for this little marker. It was attached to the rock in 1956. I sat for a moment and caught my breath. We were at 1,825 elevation. That's high in Texas.
Actually I rode up in the camera bag. I was not panting. But I was sighing at the view.
Ms. Donkey and I are on a 6-state road trip. We posed with cactus in the Texas Hill Country, yesterday and today we saw the sunrise in west Texas.
It's pretty hard to see us, but we're on that shiny wheel. There were 10 cars to choose from, but we only posed on a couple. It's pretty silly that people sort of planted these cars in the dirt in 1974.
Here we are on the lumpy, bumpy paint, with the sun rising behind us. It was a sort of silly way to start our day.
Layers of Paint
As the sun came up, we could see more colors. People have been spray-painting these cars for years and years. You can see a chunk of pain missing , right beside us.
One More Pose
And here we are in a window. Well sort of.
Good Bye Cadillacs
There we are, in the corner of the rear window. I wanted to pose on the fin, but Beth couldn't reach. Plus Beth said, "We need to get out of here." The sun was getting up higher and tourists were coming with spray paint. We didn't want to get painted.
I'm Out Of The Bag!
I am Little Bear! I usually write this blog, but my friend Ms. Donkey had to take over for a while. She wrote about the adventures that I was supposed to have in New York, with Beth and Don. But I was accidentally left in Texas, in Beth's camera bag.
When Beth realized she'd left me behind, she borrowed a camera and snatched Ms. Donkey, so she could be in pictures. When their trip was over, they returned to Texas and I was rescued. Donkey told me all about her trip, while we climbed carefully on a cactus.
I was a little jealous hearing about her adventures in New York and Canada and Vermont. But then Beth said we were going on another trip. I decided I would take my friend, Ms. Donkey along... just this once! Tomorrow we head west!
Birthday Girl said "Stop!" She told me she will never open those stars. She said it's more magical to just imagine the memories inside each star.
I said, "Whatever."
Then I took out the stars and wrote the Birthday Girl's age on the kitchen counter!
We took a drive near Enchanted Rock on Sunday. There were lots of Bluebonnets along the road, but I was getting tired of those.
I begged to climb up the stem of something with no bluish-purple color. I love the orangish color of Indian Paintbrush!
We found the same combination of flowers near some old train tracks.
On Barbed Wire
Beside the tracks I saw some barbed wire and climbed up so I could sit right beside a flower. I sat in the warm sun and sniffed in the spring smells. Not bad.
Wet or Dry?
Luckily the dripping paint was dry on this sign. I poked my head right through the letter "O". The words spelled out, "CAN LOVE... Graffiti Recycling Program" I guess "CAN LOVE" is the love of cans. And there were a lot of (discarded) cans to love around this place! I guess it was too hard to find the trash cans, since they were covered with graffiti, too.
Where Am I?
I don't expect you to be able to see me in the letter O. You can't even read the words because there's so much paint over paint on this sign.
From my perch, I stared at the wall-covered hill behind me and absorbed all the designs left by people and their spray cans. I liked what I saw, but I could only look for so long. I think those shapes and colors were shouting at me! Art can look very loud sometimes.
It's rodeo time in Houston right now, so you expect to see a lot of ropes. But the kind of rope I saw in Austin, was once used with lobsters, not horses or cattle. The recycled rope is painted and an artist named Orly Genger has made it into ART called "Hurlyburly".
The dark and light blue ropes have been woven and spread over the grass near Waller Creek Boathouse. The way everyone was climbing the lumpy creation, I figured they were supposed to be little mountains.
Sweet Smells of Austin, TX
Strolling down the bustling sidewalk in Austin's funky SOCO district, I smelled good things. First it was coffee. But after we passed the long line of people waiting to gulp down their morning caffeine at Jo's, I smelled something better. Honeysuckle? No, it was this tree with yellow puff blossoms! Beth only allowed me a moment to sit. The Greenpeace Guys with clipboards were coming towards us... again. Time to go.
Galveston, Texas on Christmas Morning
It was warm and foggy early this morning. Beth posed me on some granite with a tiny fake tree and a Christmas ball, the size of me.
We were on one of those rock jetty things, with all the water churning around us. I was afraid a big wave would splash me right down into one of those deep cracks!
She pulled out the tree again. She is never able to decide how to pose me. I tried to tell her the sand was wet and this was not what I expected to be doing on Christmas morning.
So I tried to be patient, since Beth was obviously missing her kids. Then she pulled out Santa and Rudolph and it felt a lot more like Christmas.
My mom gave me this tiny bear over 25 years ago... because I like small things.