Senderas cut wide for a definite reason, preparing for the next deer hunting season.
Prickly pear blooming in shades of yellow. Every now and then a fence mending fellow.
Windmills turning in the gentle breeze. Mesquite trees blooming, sign of a last freeze.
Birds looking for anything for which to build a nest, as they flitter to a post to take a rest.
A roadrunner risk his/her live to cross the road. The farmer couldn't brake with his heavy load.
Another roadkill added to the rest, the farmer tried to stop, did his best.
A ramshackle shack that was once a home, as the soil channged to a sandy loam.
A big green tractor, a giant in size. We see a flock of buzzards just over the rise.
A few deer grazing, no bucks in sight, they will wait for the saftey of a moonlit night.
The sky is blue, no impending rain, the view from the highway lane after lane.
A buttery yellow sun blocked by our visor, makes our view from the highway a little bit nicer.