The Queen and I were driving home from a shoot at The Rose Garden and were headed east on FM 344 from Flint when we rounded a curve and came upon this panorama: the God-light bathing a 50-acre hayfield of coastal bermuda…pines and hardwoods around a pond, big evening sky backdrop…how could you not stop in the middle of FM 346 and back up to shoot a pitcher?
We Brake for Pitchers
