Moderately Muggy; Cold Front Due Sunday; Sadly for Southlake

 At the 13:53 reporting, DFW International, the official reporting station for Dallas is:

wind calm, partly cloudy with  a 10-mile visibility. The sky is scattered at 050, The air temp 96°. Dew point 70° with relative humidity at 43 and a heat index of 103°. The altimeter currently  at 30.06 mb and sea level at 1016.7.

A cold front (don't laugh,  but that is what they actually are) is on track to arrive on Sunday evening. Next week we are expected to enjoy a daily high that is below normal for this time of year by 10 degrees. By mid week we should enjoy some rain and thunder storms with  dry air making life a delight for this time of year as temperatures return to seasonal norms.

This morning, in Southlake, the former home of the late NFL player and broadcaster, Pat Summerall went up in flames. The home had sold and was being updated and remodeled. The mansion and others in Southlake enjoy massive set backs from the road and fall well within the million dollar range plus. Summerall loved his Southlake. 

Northwest of DFW International, the area is where the Jonas Brothers lived for a while. There are several sports figures that currently live there. The estate is 5-acres and some have called it the best backyard in the Metroplex. With Southlake Carroll High School just over a mile away, the Friday Night Lights there turn out some future NFL players on a fairly regular basis.

The images come from a hillside of the old Carpenter Ranch in Las Colinas where exciled priest from the 1956 Hungarian Revolution in Zirc, Hungary found  Abbot, Anselm Nagy's leadership bringing the exciled priest to Dallas where they founded  Our Lady of Dallas Monastery and establishing the Preparatory School.

Heat:Marriage;Training Camp; Neal DeGrasse Tyson ; Pay Attention, People

You know. Since my retirement a decade ago, my center of thought has changed by a few bubbles, degrees, or altitudes. In other words: some when up and some went down. But none stayed the same. It wasn't until today when Simone Biles stepped back because she wasn't into the task at hand mentally. The girl just went up on the scale of humanity for all the right reasons. 

Ironically, I had just seen Neal Degrasse Tyson, as he reviewed his new book, "Cosmic Queries" last night on James Cordon's show. The point of the book was basically the same thing with Simone Biles events today. Over the years, seeing events like this parallel each other is something that got my attention numerous times. In fact, when something rings my chimes, it's almost natural to wait for the counterpoint to show up fairly quickly like today's Olympic events and the interview with Cordon.

After missing last year's training camp for the Dallas Cowboys in  delightful Oxnard, California's weather, sports guy Mike Doocy had to go out an buy a sweater while training camp was under way. And speaking of Oxnard and Mr. Doocy, Jerry Jones got rather emotional as the Cowboy's Training Camp got underway. Jerry also announced that his granddaughter had married last weekend. 

For the first time this season, we reached 100° and the streak is increasing. Today,was the third day it  hit 101° or more. But as any Texan will tell you, it's not the heat. It's the dew point. A former NBC weatherman, Jym Ganahl, now an ABC weatherman in Columbus, Ohio, had a simple formula for finding the level of comfortability, temperature wise. When you add the dew point and the humidity together and the total equals 110, you begin to sweat just standing still. Jym, may have used 115° but he wasn't in Texas either, but it works universal none-the-same.

Back to Neal Degrasse Tyson, He basically said that we are going the return route to a cave man because people just don't care about their fellow human kind. Must put this book on my read list. I see on Google that 96% of those that have read it agree.Cordon is an amazing interviewer and Tyson is an amazing mind and the book gets the 96% rating.

As I think about the fact that come this Saturday, we are at the two week mark for the iconic end to our hottest part of our summer. From there on, the daily highs begins to drop. As my mom would have said, "come on September". Without my car now, my traditional markers of how the seasonal change was making its progress into the Metroplex. Seeing it from the rail line or the bus window is alright as I have already been looking for new markers that will suit public transportation. Still, giving up my car was by no means a wrong decision. I have enjoyed being chauffeured around without much worry. With no fixed itinerary now, even if I should miss a train or a stop, it's no big deal. Once I get the first official color report from the UP of Michigan, I'll be able to calculate the daily move south. Thereby being able to pinpoint color change here in North Texas as color moves south about 10-miles per day. Don't you see? All things work together for man's benefit. All we have to do is pay attention and  use some common sense (apparently not everyone has enough of that stuff).

 

A Brazillian Berimbau 

                                                         Being played by a true Brazillian

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One would think that after my bout with the operating rooms over the past two years there would be so much down time to do things like this. The point of the matter is that I was flat on my back. As I slowly regained my strength, there were other problems that popped up as a result of those surgeries. Another set back. Walking with a cane is actually better than taking another fall. However, everything has its down side and downsides has never been in my vocabulary.

 Having said all that, it's been rather comforting to find that my readership is up. My picture download royalties have come up a tad and my eyes have reviewed my archive file of more that 100,000 images looking for textures that have been missed on the original edits. While I have about 10,000 on line at any given time, keeping the web page and the daily blog running with fresh water over still water has had its problems too. I'm finding after 19 years of doing this that there are those that wish to see you fail. 

As in any problems that come from human minds, some just can't seem to be nice at all. Over the years, I have noted with journals and record keeping that you cannot let those things hold you back. You must keep moving forward and doing what you can do day-by-day and not worry about the rest. After all, worry is interest paid twice. If you think you know where I am going with this, you just might be right. Then, there again, you just might be wrong. Does it matter? No! Because I've already had a successful career and have seen the views from the castle. On my way down the stairs to retirement, I took my passionate hobby over the years with me with hopes of turning it into something that might give people some joy, happiness and hope.

That passion while the bedrock of itself, has been swayed and twisted and worn down to something not even recognizable to me much anymore. Copy cats have raced in and tried to do all sorts of things to it. It---you say---yes, it. It being photography from a point that isn't focused on monetary gain. Yet, there is some. You need that just to maintain you equipment and do simple upgrades. I've seen some guys already 40 years my junior buy $3000 lenses like there were throwaways. Having that kind of mentality defies anything that makes the hobby worthwhile. I'm still using a camera that has upgraded software but the body is still working better than mine. Go figure.

So, the short of the longer story of rambling thoughts focused on this point of time is that as long as I can continue to take pictures, I am going to do that. As long as I can walk or scoot or move in some motorized way, I will do that. And most of all, at my diamond birthday, I still search for things that I have missed along the way, but most of all, I try to understand what caused me to miss those things---what ever they are. Learning from what your mind is trying to tell you is that first, you have to listen to it. Secondly, you must be willing to make the changes necessary with the intention of always being better along the way. My hobby has taught me more than a college education. It has taught me to see things that others miss when looking at the same view. It has taught me that life to very very complex but we are all designed to navigate through it with some reasonable degree of success. Hope still lives. 

Being thankful for the blessings that have come my way is something that does not go unnoticed by myself. Hopefully, my current state of health will hold and life will grace me with not only another day, but a month, a year or many more. I love life. I cherish it. The images that I post on the headers of the web site and the blog are chosen with care and with my gratitude to those that posed along the way. God bless their sweet spirits.

A Delightful Discovery

Generally, I don't mix foods. I would rather eat them individually. It's no secret that I love ice cream. Just as my old neighbors up North, would bet on how early in the year they would see me outside in shorts. And if that wasn't bad enough, they even bet on the last day of the year that I was seen outside in a pair of shorts. It was a neighborhood thing and I was a good sport. Then, along came a bet that would lay the groundwork for the rest of this story.

Other times, after a meeting at the  pulpit in  TGI Fridays, someone bet that I would not eat a  bowl of ice cream with a can of pork and beans as a topping. They lost. I can think of  a lot of situations like that. It was all in fun, after all. For many years, I at chocolate ice cream. Then, a new Friendly's came to town and they had a double chocolate. That  was the routine for a number of years. Then Friendly's closed. Eating Friendly's was not a new experience for me. One summer on Cap Cod, was were I was introduced to the double whammo- of - deep rich  chocolate ice cream. 

Growing up, out on my grandfather's farm, Sundays were spent out in the front yard under a big Oak tree. It was standard fare to make a big batch of homemade ice cream and my grandmother had made more than one big apple pie that were cooling on her cooling board. There were always dad's brother and sisters around and their aunts and uncles too. Holidays were a special time. That batch of ice cream always had to 'rest' a bit before the cylinder was uncapped. That's were my love of ice cream all began. Fresh milk from the dairy cows, eggs from the hen house it all fit together. I can still see my grandmother churning butter. I know one thing---when the fresh biscuits came out of the oven, that butter had to go on them pronto!! 

Having set the stage for tonight's discovery, When I came back to Texas to be closer to my mom, we would  sit out on the porch and talk about those days. I'd refill our coffee cups, and shortly later, she would go inside. Then the door would open and there she stood with a plate of hot biscuits and a 1/2 cup of semi-soft butter. Mom was an excellent cook and making biscuits from scratch was a thing a tik tok video would have been nice to have today. She worked her magic on homemade biscuits.

Shortly after mom passed away, I started eating Southern Style Butter Pecan Crunch ice cream from Kroger. Ironically, I just found out from his obituary,  dear friend, Howard Driggs, had died. He was a lover of ice cream and designed and built a top line state-of-art ice cream factory in Decatur, Indiana. Howard grew up on the family dairy farm in Pymara, Michigan and had fun at Driggs Dairy and Toledo Milk Processing, as it kept him busy but not all that busy as more big boxes wanted his new factory to produce their private label ice cream. The list had some very big big boxes like Kroger, Aldi and others.

UNT Dallas Rail Station in South Dallas 

My discovery was taking three Fudge Stripe Short Bread Cookies, crushing them and tossing them into the bowl. No, it's not just another cookie and cream thing.It's butter pecan meets super cookie".

SMU Mockingbird Station

Odds and Ends and A Hack by a Hacker

 

The day started with a text from someone on Twitter. I marked it as read and went back to sleep. When I did get up about a half hour later, made coffee and breakfast, I sat down to figure out who was wishing me a Happy Forth. The forth has not been happy for me for the last 23 years. In fact, the reason I was sleeping in a bit longer today was that when my son died I wake up within two or three minutes from the early morning hours when he died. Today, was no exception. While I have come to a resolution recently when I ended the protracted period of mourning for him, it's not one of those things like turning the tap off. Never-the-less, I have begun moving toward honoring him in some way each year on the day, July 4th, that he died. He was 27 then. 

When I had eaten and put the dishes in the dishwasher, My coffee was ready. Then, I started a little detective work about what was going on with this dude. Early on, I came to the conclusion that he was a photographer that I had done a photo shoot with when the hummingbirds migrated in from the south. 

I had since found another place where they are not as disturbed as where we had been shooting. The new place was where I shot the image. Long story short, he had infringed on the one hummingbird image that I cherished so much because it was of the hummingbird drinking nectar and a bumble bee was trying to get into the same flower. The hummingbird turned his back to the opening and was ready to attack the bee. Long story shorter, noticed that the image that I have had on my phone for the past two years now had a watermark added at the bottom in very small type naming another photographer. So, I went to my master file and pulled up the image. The problem is there were 9 blank spaces where that series of the battle were shot over a few minutes.

Now, I'm mad. I sent him a text to remove my image from his phone immediately. I need to go to the bank this coming week and pull the backups from the lock box and see if I can restore the images that were hacked and left blank. Then, I got to thinking. Nope, but I will  take further measures to increase the patrol of the net looking for images of mine that are being used without a license agreement. I have used the service before but haven't had to but for one other case where this same thing happened. 

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Interesting day seeing and riding a train.

 I'm a train buff , Always have been. And I think it is pretty safe to now say, "always will be". Interesting also, is that while I rode deep into south Oak Cliff to the UNT Dallas Station, before transferring to the 415 bus which took me even more deep. 

My original intention was to see the old Red Bird Mall. It did undergo a name change to the Southwest Center Mall, a massive amount of roof in South Dallas. Malls are somewhat falling from grace and are not as fashionable as they were once upon a time. But, as some know, this time of year is still hard on me, even though I did end the 20 year long mourning for my son's untimely death last year. So, I retreated to going that extra few miles to see the old malls new face and name. Another time might be better suited for such a visit. 

I had a very good lunch---A super Taco Bowl at an indoor super Shell station. Actually was about the same size as Fuel City but no where as large as Buc-ee's. The Dallas area has two Buc-ee's and I haven't been to either one yet. I have been in the massive one in New Braunfells, south of Austin. But, I must say, Taco Casa was matching up for price and quantity as any Buc-ee's or even Dallas' Fuel City, (sorry, Brandon) when it comes to food. Taco Casa cannot come close to Fuel City's number of pumps, but the two combined come no where close to Buc-ee's 60 pumps for starters.

On the the trip outbound, I saw the DG&O ( a short line) engines waiting for the big bucks intermodal crossing the T&P bridge over the Trinity being pulled by Union Pacific engines. A fairly normal scene, I might add. But on the inbound trip is where a first for me was encountered under Reunion Town at Union Station. It runs both Red Line and Blue Line, Dart light rails, and also the regular diesel electric engines that pull the TRE between Dallas and Ft Worth. It is the same as a commuter rail with the double deck cars.Then, the famous Texas named trains that Amtrak runs cross country. But there it was, on all four tracks, the two Dart trains, the TRE and the Amtrak at the same time at the Union Station. I only wish that I had been on the platform and not onboard the Dart moving. I have ridden the TRE to Ft. Worth and that is a pampered trip from down town to down town. The TEXrail, is yet not ridden by me, but I hope to be able to ride it in the fall. That leaves the two other rail systems that are in various stages of construction. The Dart Silver Line--not light rail,but diesel electric like the TRE and of course, the Bullet Train from Dallas, Ft. Worth to Houston in 90 minutes. 

 Dart is the largest light rail system in the US with 93 miles over 5-counties and 500-million passengers in 25 years.

Dart also just approved a new underground system ( a second in downtown Dallas). So, if you are a train buff, Dallas is the place to be.

Least we not forget our amazing DFW International Airport with three control towers, 7-active runways with a future 8th just waiting for traffic to increase even more. Acreage larger than Manhattan. Pre Covid-19 the number of Internatinal  carriers serving Dallas, three major Package delivery cargo lines, and the increasing foreigh air cargo that here. Just this week, American has returned to the volume pre-Covid-19, they say.