Wait! I'm Not Done With 2016 Yet!

Yes, we have all heard the old adage that, "time waits for no man"; brilliant statement since time always moves forward, but I get the jest of its  meaning. The problem with that also is that I don't always work at most efficient speeds and creating imagery tends to cause me to slow down even more.

The local weathermen had been advertising for nearly a week that the coldest weather of the past two years was about to invade north Texas on Saturday.The past week had already been a roller coaster of temperatures with one day in the 60s and one day in the 30s and so on and so on during the course of the week. But, Saturday was to be the cherry on the banana split, sprinkles on the ice cream, the marsh mellow floating in the hot cocoa. It was going to be in the upper 70s.

The thing about that was also the yippee dippie weatherman advertised a 52 degree drop in temperatures with an immediate shift in winds to the north as the cold front passed. No, it was not going to be one of those frontal passages and the next morning you feel a little chill. This one was going to strike and strike quickly. Within less than a couple of hours of the passage of the front. It did give cause to pause. Might want to think about this before you head out, I though. Take the jacket. Add the scarf. Run the errands before being creative with the camera. It was kind of fun to start to go into blizzard mode again (if you ever lived up north during a severe winter, you know that mode well).

It was amazing to see people in tank tops and shorts and sweating in mid December. Amazing because some of these would no doubt be surprised to be shivering before their chosen activity was over that day. People just do not listen or pay much attention to weather that is negative. They only listen and pay attention to weather that is favorable to their cause. In other words: people only half listen today (have you noticed all the white ear buds growing out of every ones ears?)  Just look at one of them in direct eye contact and just move your lips. The face look you get as they pop one ear bud out of their ear is how cartoon animators got that "look" in some of the best cartoons of the 50s. Sure, ear buds were not even an ideal then, but there were ways to produce that same look of being highly annoyed. There it is---that word that I was looking for. Annoyed. Yes. That is it for sure.

When I am not looking for birds, or trees with that special look of fall, I am usually looking to see what the City Park workers are doing. They do a super job at keeping the lake in amazing shape on a daily basis. Sometimes, they have extended projects that can or cannot turn into something special. But, to ignore them or blow by them like there is a 5-alarm blaze somewhere else is a great disservice to them as individuals, their jobs that go unappreciated with every bottle cap or plastic bottle that I see floating and bobbing in the water, or the crews that keep the grass cut as the seasons progress and the prairie grasses turn golden or wildflowers come up and they mow around the wildflowers. That is not to mention the loss of all the tree limbs from age, disease, rot, storms, wind, or what may come next.

When the city takes down one of those magnificent trees, the stumps get painted red. There is a crew that comes along and drills out those massive stumps into sawdust mulch. Saturday, I had stopped and gotten out of the car to look at a recent drilling. It wasn't that long ago that I had shot that tree because it was one of those top 25 trees with character that grow at the lake. Now, I'm looking at the place where it had stood watch over the north shore of the lake for years older than I am at this writing. What that tree witnessed over the years would be an amazing time capsule of humans on earth, most likely.

Any who, I stopped to talk to a man that walks the lake daily with his dog and holds a like interest in those amazing trees that grow around the lake. In fact, there are more people that hold an interest in the trees there than those that cut themselves off from everything around them but some birds. Don't get me wrong here. I like birds. I'm just not obsessed with them so much as to get somewhat hostile when a family comes along with a bag a bread to feed those birds under the sign that says, "don't feed the birds" and then explains why you should not feed the birds. In a way, to me that is...it is... karma at its finest! I have to chuckle and turn away. Imagine a grown man or woman with a three-thousand dollar camera and glass foiled by a young family, kids and a couple of loaves of bread and sees that family as an invading army. Share the lake, people. Life is to short!

The lake walker and I walked together to one of the new trail benches overlooking the lake and sat down and talked for nearly an hour. I could not help but notice that the sky was filling in with clouds and I also had in mind the ETA of the cold front. Long story short, Us 'ole

The astonishing color

The cold front nears and a 50-degree drop (after the fact) hit within two hours of this shot. 

 

 

 

 72 degrees at 12:53. At 23:53 it was 22-degrees.

The paved trail is to the left. The short cut path has long been here.

tree hugger  parted and went in opposite directions. There was still some time to get some great creations focused onto the mirror before the Polar Vortex struck.  But, time waits for no man.

Shortest Day Approaches

It is a true statement:" Time waits for no man." Where it goes is an enigma for sure. Winter begins in less than a week. Christmas Day comes in ten days. New Years arrives in just over two weeks. It makes no matter whether I'm ready or not, so the past few days found me at the lake and sitting at a picnic table with my health snack. I got my cardio walk in and just enjoyed the nearly perfect weather. That part changes tomorrow as the first of several cold fronts arrives and kicks the temps back down to a more normal winter level right on time.

Two weeks ago, I watched the cormorants begin flocking and flying their 'V' formations over the lake. They have been happy campers but know with their keen circadian rhythm that the coldest weather this season is about to arrive. Currently, when the cormorants or pelicans or sea gulls or egrets can't been seen, I can usually find them in their second or even third place were they hang out because of the change in fish whereabouts. In a way, they are just like us. They are creatures of habit. But the call of the wild beckons to fly south. They will be back in the spring after they disappear and can not be found in any of their favorite trees or log branches in the water.

A feather floats with the leaves on the water's surface.

A man walks his dog near Winfrey Point

White Rock Rowing Club sorts gear on one of the club's docks.

Click on any picture to enlarge. It's okay. You won't break anything.

The Fickleness of Fettle

The title almost seems like an Arthur Gordon chapter title. Although it is not, I'll take credit for this one.
A morning that has already tickled the brain and tinkered with the memory.


Somewhere in time, I do remember who they were, but I can not tell you when or where in time I learned this fact.Probably as a child most likely. This morning, while reading articles and scanning the web for the state of the world affairs, I heard the names Caspar, Balthazar, Melchior. I'll come back to that later on.

On the Local Stage

Years ago, I spent a lot of time running around the office putting out fires. Someone would generate one here and there then set on it until it began to spread before coming to me and  telling me about the problem. I didn't enjoy those situations but along with the nice office came the firetruck, hose and nosels so to speak. The hat just morphed into what ever the situation was for the day. I was always glad when I could put that folder in the pile of closed problems.
However, that was then and this is now. Now, when Texas gets below 30 degrees F, I feel it even with a layer or two of clothing. And here is the fickled side of  human nature in that situation. I don't go out for the frosty sunrises and foggy mornings anymore. I blame it on the battery pack getting cold. Which it does, but is still a poor excuse to not go get those shots.

The Nations Struggles

We haven't found MH 370, have not totally cleared the flight that was shot down over the Ukraine.  Now there is another missing plane in the Java Sea to add to the list. But even more fickled in scope is how the world's number one retailer--Walmart-- could receive and sell PS4s filled with rocks rather than electronics when Walmart is known for its high-tech RIFD inventory scanners and in store wall of eyes everywhere but in the receiving area. Shrinkage starts at the distribution center level, continues down to the store receiving level, then to the in-store theft that goes out the front door. It can also go out the front door as a sold item, then the box is filled with weight and returned during the busy return season. All-in-all, it's another fine example of the Fickleness of Fettle. Inventory to and fro of boxed rocks. How fickle is that? I'll tell you. It's Fettled in Fickleness.

Have you come up with the answer to the three names yet? How about the names of the three Magi or Wise men of the East. Okay, a simple kiss my grits will do for the wise men of the East.

 Point with No Counterpoint

The point is..life will mix things up for those locked in their comfort zones. Never say never because it will come back on you. For those that prepare for that shift that will not come during this lifetime, it really didn't matter in the first place because when it comes around again, very few of us will ever be remembered in a hundred years. The preachers sermon or the commercial that brings a laugh about being careful what you ask for because you just might get it--from the good Lord or from a genie in a bottle-- is really a possibility of and/or in life. A million buck wish becomes a neighborhood of a million  reindeer bucks! The story about the guy who didn't like to fly and prayed he would never die in a plane crash retires and drives to Florida only to be hit and killed within the first hours of being there crossing a street.

 I see a younger generation growing up with their nose in a phone screen and I wonder what they will write about in their years when they look up from their screens and discover that life is just about to the final act because I really do not believe that they ever see that day in their future.

 There isn't an app for that. There isn't social media to bring back that lost time with family. There won't be a YouTube video that will draw six figure hits of the funeral director watching your casket settle into the vault and the lid being placed on before the grave diggers dump a load of dirt in on the vault lid. That's fettle my friends, nothing fickled about that.

Time to go eat some homemade vegetable and ham soup with a glass of red wine. I made it yesterday and it was good. Today it will have increased it flavor  10-fold. With the  first of three cold fronts already here, it's either chilli or soup time and I'm thinking soup to finish out 2014 and chilli in the new year. One thing about Texas is that we eat simple--but we eat good.

The was on the first day of Spring a couple of years back.

Halloween. All Saints Eve. Goolish. Ghost. Gobblins. For a Kelt, it's just the first day of winter.

Some people don't seem to understand that the end of October in Texas is not the same as the end of October above the Mason-Dixon Line. The biggest reason there is such a difference lies in where the sun's rays hit the earth this time of year. Basically, Texas is about 30  ( more or less) latitude degrees closer to the Equator than those above that other line--the Tropic of Cancer and yes, even the Mason-Dixon Line ( which is nothing more than the southern boundary of Pennsylvania drawn by Charles Mason and Jeremiah Davis in 1767.

The angle makes the difference in temperature and hence, weather!

Here's the best kind of lawn pumpkins you can have. They are colorful, too! It can be cold, it can be warm.



Lawn Gifts





Some color beginning to show

The Pelicans are back!