The focus of this photograph set is Windows. The first three are from the Vanishing Texas River Cruise.
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There’s a bird on top of this houseboat (left side). I didn’t see it until I got home and looked at the photograph on the computer screen.
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At Mother’s Cafe and Garden, Austin, Texas.
The focus of this photograph set is Windows. These are in Wimberley, Texas.
My hiking group went on a field trip to the Vanishing Texas River Cruises in Burnet, Texas. It was a dark and stormy day. I drove through heavy rain and traffic most of my way there, wondering all the while if the bad weather would cancel the outing, but it didn’t. The rain stopped and there was a only slight breeze. Yes, it was cold out on the boat, if you stayed on the outer deck like I did, but inside it was heated and there was coffee.
Eagles winter in this area and often times can be seen on the tour. We saw lots of coots, some red-tailed hawks, ravens, herons, gulls, and cormorants, but no eagles. Better luck next time.
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Not much wind, fortunately.
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Ripples behind the boat.
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At the end of a pier.
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Cormorants
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The lion’s head rock formation.
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Looks like a river monster to me.
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright Dale Rogerson
Rembrandt Rustlers
No one thought it would ever come to this: an underground art gallery. Underground in both senses of the word: the physical location and secret, hidden from the officials.
The Rembrandt Rustlers fashioned themselves after the Rose Rustlers who search for old roses, risking life and limb to steal a cutting. Only their target was art from galleries and museums shattered by the bombs.
They believed in art as a defining, necessary aspect of civilization; saw themselves in a race to preserve a part of humanity that seeks out joy and beauty. When the dust settled above, they’d be ready.
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