Where have all the bees gone?

The afternoon started out in search for migrating Monarch butterflies on their way to their winter home in the mountains of Mexico. I've seen a few high altitude ones already but nothing where they have settled on a milkweed patch. However, there was an up side to the hunt. This is about a few honeybees that have been missing.

This is where the bees have gone; at least one hive, anyway. I like where they moved in. Being in a little white box was never my ideal of keeping bees. Maybe, the bees like wild more than controlled little white boxes.  In fact, they have just arrived in the area .Well, within the past couple of weeks. Actually, I found their food source first. Then, I discovered their new home. I'd say that they might be there for awhile. There is plenty of room for expansion. I might go back later on and take the micro lens camera since the hive is rather open. But, drawing a crowd of spectators would not be a good thing, either. It's just enjoyable to find them in the wild and spend a little time watching them work and construct and keep house and serve the queen bee. Nature in the middle of 4 million humans. Getting along is essential.

Carnac at Luxor

No, there will not be pictures of trips to Carnac. This is about being able to wrap one's mind around the equation of 3200 BC + 2000 AD = 5200 at a time when modern man is just now able to have the technology in machines and tools to do what the Egyptians did 5200 years ago by hand.

At a time when social media is being used in not the best ways and the world is so focused on teen idols that lives the life their teen followers wish they could, while at the same time pouring their money into the products of these stars that allow the stars to have what they have at such a young age blows my mind. One example is that of Justin Beiber, with a reported $100 million in the bank and still a teenager. Carnac seems so constant.

Having said that, the fortunes these teen idols have amassed still does not blow my mind like the way Carnac has in the past, or still does today.

Every art student should tour Carnac before beginning their careers. Did I just say that? Indeed. It's more about the time element of when Carnac was begun than what it is; more  inspiration than awe. Mix it all together and what can be poured out  will be a billet of life. One with a focus on forging a relationship between man and his creator and how short this life really is in terms of years. That is the great motivator. The focus. The object d'art. The canvas for life's work.

Another thing that blows my mind is how light can make or break an image.

It seems to me that more residents at White Rock decorate more during the seasons

Seeing horseback riders at the lake are still a joy in this fast-paced world.

 

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!

Over the river and through the woods to Washington we need to go.

An update to a post at the end of September about the new technology going in on an expressway
that is more "spy" than traffic management.
Since our post, the Associated Press reported in an article,"Growing backlash to government surveillance" by Martha Mendoza, a fait accompli viewed by the Federation of American Scientists secrecy expert Steven Aftergood, " We are setting ourselves up for a total surveillance system that may be beyond the possibility of reversal once it is in place." He continued to say, " we may be on a road where we don't want to go."

"Asleep at the wheel," our guy said
 

 

Columbus Day Sales. Remember the $5 Washers?

The biggest sales blunder that I can remember of late is the JCPenny  sales that really were not sales. That did a lot of damage to the brand in whole. Growing up, JCPenny was known for their quality, especially in the unmentionables and socks! That got lost in some marketing campaign, I suppose.

Some of the late night talk shows have a skit where they send a "reporter" out on the streets to interview the public about a lot of things, mostly things that you know by 5th or 6th grade. One example would be: Who is the vice-president of the United States? Another would be: Who's buried in Grant's Tomb? Of course, the answers are off the wall, which is why it has been so successful but, it also shows how little we know today compared to past generations. Sure, we know technology. Here's the thing with that. Toss the techno-device and its a "Duh-generation". To me, that's sad.  I bet I could ask 100 people what the "C" stands for in the JCPenny (that's how the company displays its name today) name and I would get only a hand full--if that-- of correct answers. Now don't go Google the question because the founder of JCPenny was a real person named James Cash Penny.

This all comes back to the President's Day sales that were so famous in the 1950s. Except, they were called Lincoln Birthday Sales or Washington Birthday Sales. People stood in line for hours. Orderly, I might add. The newspapers ran full page ads. It's an old marketing standby that the younger generation thinks is new when you go stand in line outside a Walmart (that's how they signage their name now) or a Best Buy to buy electronics today, then trample over people to get in the door  of the store. Actually, I find that sad and  funny within itself.

 Neither of those two stores excite me with their advertising, I can poke holes in them all day long.  But, washing machines, dryers and refrigerators sold in the $5.00 to $20.00 range on the original two President's Day. One of those two were on the 22nd of October. Who knows (don't look it up) which one?  In college, I had a marketing professor who always reminded his class that "the more things change, the more they stay the same."  Ain't that the truth!  It's okay to say ain't today, or so I'm told. And, we won't even talk about the new model year cars that shipped with canvas coverings until the official day to show them to the public. The excitement was like an active volcano. Now that was an effective marketing campaign for the auto industry. Then they got swept away in "the future of advertising" and lost sight of what works. Retro today is a vain attempt to reconnect to that old way of advertising. Gee, some find that it really works! Imagine that.

So, the bottom line here is this: James Cash needs to go back to selling quality unmentionables and socks but we have changed so much as a society that unmentionables are now viewed on TV if they have any on at all. That being the case, I would think then, that JCPenny needs to go back to selling washers and dryers and ice boxes (the same old thing as a refrigerator in today's vernacular) on Lincoln's or Washington's birthdays.

Sunday, I drove out to DFW Airport to watch the big 747s come in on a beautiful fall afternoon with deep blue skies. It was the absolute worse day to do that in terms of photography. The airport was flipped because of the north winds, but even worse, departures were on the cross-wind runway on the west side of the airport. From Founders Plaza  there was nothing but "real" birds flying. Overhead, I observed a jet dumping fuel.  The contrails are wider. I didn't want Jet A fuel all over my car so later I took Airfield west around to the south entry/exit to Amman Carter wanting to see the new NBC Universal TV station at Centre Port. As I continued, a EVA Cargo 747 was landing and the shot would have been even better than at Founders had my camera been handy and ready. I was not expecting that. I had already missed the christening of the new NBC5 TV station with Korean Airlines dumping Jet A fuel from above. That flight had a Channel 8 reported on board, too. Nah! No way if you are thinking what I'm thinking. It was an engine that failed after takeoff. Of course, the news reported that.

When I got to 183, I was thinking about getting on the BMW Mercedes Lexus Turnpike back to LBJ 635 but then I decided to just take the old way, 183 to 35E to LBJ 635.The road is a bit more bumpy than the smooth thick asphalt on the turnpike. Of course, I didn't have to stand in the line at the NTTA and make arrangements to pay  $50,000 in unpaid tolls, either. I wonder if a NTTA booth inside a JCPenny store might bring in some customers? Maybe not.

The old standby still stands

The BMW Mercedes Lexus Turnpike

 

They Are Percherons, Not Clydesdales

Breeds of horses have always interested me. I'm not speaking about the breeds that stud the horses we all watch come down the stretch on the south side of Eastern Avenue in Louisville the first Saturday in May. I'm speaking of the breeds similar to what we see in the Budweiser commercials, especially during the holidays, more Pomp and Circumstance. Notice that I said similar because I'm not talking about Clydesdale's from northern Scotland, either. Although, there is a place in my heart for the Clydesdale having enough Scots in my veins to stand my ground. My love has been for a breed that I don't always remember on the tip of my tongue, but comes to mind quickly when I ask, "What's the other breed like the Clydesdales?" Those that love the breed as much as I do are quick to say, Percheron !

Most think of the Clydesdale as being German, but they came from Scotland originally. They built, Australia, being exported there in large numbers early on. But the French lay claim over the argument of the Belgium that the Percheron are theirs.

Today, I ran into a couple of gentlemen that I have meet before. It's always a chance to see these beautiful animals and I just can't pass up the opportunity to stop and say," hey! "
 

Friends for life

Beautiful Percherons

Funeral Carriage Horses

It's Time to Pull Arthur Gordon Off the Shelf Again

The Power in Purposeful Pausing

There's an old paperback on my bookshelves that was gifted to me in 1991 by a very dear friend. That book is a book filled with inspirational stories and graduation speeches over the years by the author, Arthur Gordon. There are two stories that I dearly love. One, is his meeting of Rudyard Kipling and the other is his meeting with Tom Watson. There are also quotes from Einstein, Stevenson  and Thoreau among others. In short, the little book is packed with inspiration and collected wisdom.

One of the chapters that I like in particular is, The Power in Purposeful Pausing. We have all heard the old cliché, take time to smell the roses. This chapter takes that to levels beyond. Art Linkletter said of Arthur Gordon that he" really knows how to make his reader fall in love with life."

So when my soul needs that little shot of vitamin to carry it alone, I reach to the shelves and pull down Arthur Gordon. I can't read a chapter without making more marginal notes. It's like having no  flour in the kitchen, no salt and pepper on the table. Sometimes, a good book that you can turn to is better than trips to the doctor and the pharmacy.

Here's a visual of how you feel after reading a chapter or two.