The Bluebonnets on Mr. Holy's Field

I was snapping away at this wildflower patch outside Ennis when the old blue pickup truck pulled off the blacktop and rattled up behind me.

I had walked far out into the hayfield, and I was trespassing. So, when the driver asked if I liked his wildflowers, I quickly apologized for my transgression.

Mr. Holy laughed and said he enjoyed seeing how much joy his hay field brings to photographers.

We talked for a long while, then parted company with a smile and a handshake.

Mr. Holy has a right to be proud of his field.