Magnolia is not the town in which we live. . .there is no town in which we live. We live:
13 miles from one town
18 miles from the other
18 miles from a freeway
2 miles from the nearest milk
6 miles from the nearest gas station
13 miles from the nearest grocery story
28 miles from the nearest WalMart
But Magnolia is where we do lots of stuff. I happened to have my camera in the car last week. . .it was a beautiful day and everything seemed to have been scrubbed clean and then colored with new crayons.
The first thing I noticed were these leaves against the sky. The sun was hitting them in such a way that they appeared to be ablaze. . .but this photo doesn’t do it justice. To get the shot, I had to pull over in an odd spot, and then I got phone lines and. . .but you can get the idea.
The NEXT thing I saw was an American flag flapping in the breeze above the post office. Again–sun was hitting it just right. I got out of the car and snapped about 100 shots just because it was SO STINKIN’ FUN. A gentleman stood behind me whistling, waiting for me to finish. . .of course, the flag was about 30 feet up, so he wouldn’t have ruined the shot unless he had a cape on under his jacket.
Couldn’t decide which one I liked best. . .so you get three. Your favorite one is?
The rest are just other things I saw. . .
. . .or had to wait for. . .
And Magnolians take their town’s namesake SERIOUSLY.
Someday I’ll make one of these. Lovely. (Click on photo to see it BIG for the details.)