It was a perfect day. Barely any wind, temps in the mid 70°F range. I'm having to relearn some of the bus routes because of the changes made January 24, 2022. Today I had to ride the new 17 route, which was the old 84 only to find that DART has eliminated a section that I had been looking for, only to find that the changes in January wiped out that section. Little things like that do slow my travel down somewhat, but it has opened up other avenues that have created some better shots but not always convenient at the moment.
Tomorrow should be the same weather wise but Monday is going to be a stormy day with a could be amount of rain in the 1-2 inch area. We need the rain badly, but not the storms. To many storms. I have seen more storms in the past two years than the entire time since I came back to Texas. Go figure. Yet, I'm not complaining. An old man my age with a snow shovel is history! I mentioned to Dr. Pat not long ago (he's the bio anthropologist that I know at UMass) that I auctioned my snow shovel off before leaving the Great Lakes. He sent me a picture of a big snow pile in front of his house with a show shovel sticking in the top of the pile with the tag line, "I'm in here somewhere."
Could be a good time to get out again by late in the coming week through the week end. It is not cut in stone by mother nature yet. I set a new benchmark today with 137 downloaded from the camera when I got home tonight. Not since before I had my first surgery in 2019 have I shot a number that high. Prior to 2019, I was shooting in the neighborhood of 250-75 per day. Last week, I surprised myself with 70 images in one afternoon. Looking back at the file log from 2019 to January 2022, my images were in a slump because I could not walk without falling, then it was walking with a cane for nearly 6-7 months and the past three months walking has become a lifeline to self rehab and today was a great day, too. At home, feeling pretty good, there wasn't any swelling in my feet and legs. It is a slow process to get back up on that horse again. But, my determination is strong and not letting things get me down is hard wired in this old noggin. Call it strong will if you like.
When I got off the Red Line at Lovers Lane, I saw a couple of guys hanging around just waiting for me to take a shot at them. It was rather funny in as much as he had ear plugs in but he was watching me get my camera out of the bag and waved to me.
The 12$M Cable-stayed Bridge over busy Mockingbird Lane at SMU/Mockingbird Station
Real Green Grass Growing Already. Last Monday when I came home the landscape guy was cutting my grass and his partner had already trimmed the side walks. The guy with the noisy jet pack on his back was coming down the other side blowing the trimmings into the grass. I hear that it is like a good mulch.
An obedient school for dogs---I later found out on the East Campus of SMU across from the main campus west of US75- North Central Expressway (then a section between the two exits to Presidential Center, George W. Bush.were renamed George W. Bush). So, get this: there is a Bush street on the west campus being the back side of the man beside the library; then, an Expressway renamed for Bush on the back side of the dog. A Mockingbird under the feet of both man and dog and a SMU Blvd across the top of the metamorphic glass, which is the passageway to the East Campus in front of the library where a 15-story tower stands guard with a neon Mustang and the SMU east campus sign. By the way, a massive crane with a full crew of men were assembling an identical sign that was ready to be lifted up as I got the heck out of Dodge. To much Bush for one day. I didn't mean that type of Bush. To much action in one block on either side of the Presidential Center. I would have preferred a Bush in a glass, alright, nice and cold with a good Rubin with a side Dill spear and a few chips on the plate.
