Houston Blooms

It's that time of the year again. . . part of a child's right of passage is to take bluebonnet/spring flower photos every year. The older they get, the more they despise this parental obsession. I remember glaring into the camera at my dad as he tried to pose me and my brother Ray on a hillside of bluebonnets 50 feet away from Interstate 10, cars zooming by. I had my arms crossed, an enormous frown on my face, eyes rolling, the WORKS.

So, I'm enjoying this now, because I know I will not get even a morsel of cooperation out of my daughters in about 5 years.