Race Field Week 01 - summary

Time has rolled around and is February once again. The leaves that continue to hang on fourwing saltbush have turned dull, the curly grass is getting torn and gray, the birds and critters have eaten every last berry and seed. Even the bright, sunny sky that we are lucky to have so frequently seems part of the conspiracy to wash out all color, all signs of vibrancy.

But it's February in West Texas, and that's the way it is.

In fact, certain things are more easily seen in this drab time of year. Yesterday, Race Field revealed things I had not noticed before, and drove home the point how tough things can be for the natural residents there. Although life and death goes on year round, in February for desert denizens, death is especially noticeable.

The next eight photos and text are my documentation of the inaugural visit to Race Field as my newly adopted child. There were signs of life, but there were a number of signs of death. All is as it should be.

As always, you can click to see any image larger, and for your convenience, this is a link to the posts of just this week's visit.