Sometimes the Southern Plains can seem like a wind-swept, dusty, colorless place where visitors expect to see more mesquite, rocky outcrops and parched fields than green meadows, colorful blossoms or delicate flowers. Those visitors are often correct—if they don’t know where to look and if they avoid the rutted back roads, the narrow field lanes and the inconspicuous nooks and crannies hidden in the often harsh terrain.
I have been fortunate to travel those little-known FM roads and long, winding driveways for many years and I always welcome spring and the surprises I find tucked away in bar ditches, among the prickly pear infestations and along the small riverbeds—often dry ones. It takes some time and it takes some patience but the beauty is there if you look hard enough.
The ubiquitous bluebonnets along the interstate highways are easy to find, but some of the photos in this gallery take a little more effort and, in some cases, a bit of imagination. The signs of spring are everywhere.