Amazing a Monk Parrot should appear on St. Patrick's Day of the green color variety! |
Thursday, March 17, 2016
A Very Happy St. Patrick's Day
Monday, March 14, 2016
Sights, Unheard Sounds, Ramblings & Thoughts
One, it took 73-days of the new open carry law in Texas before I saw my first two open carries. Yesterday on the way down to the bridge, two motorcycles pulled up along side me on Harry Hines Blvd. at the light. The first open carry was on the man. The second open carry was alongside him and was carried by a woman rider. My reaction to seeing an open carry under the new law was somewhat mixed until I actually saw these two. Surprisingly, there was more feelings of, "Gee! we live in an awesome country!" The cyclist changed into my lane ahead of me after the light change and were ahead of me for a few miles. My attitude was pretty strong that they were exercising their rights on Texas soil like so many pioneers before them and it actually felt pretty good, emotionally, knowing that, like Ronald Reagan, basically, people are good.
Two, it was an above average day with temps well above the average only to hear that tomorrow (Monday) they will be some 20-degrees warmer. We could be pushing near 90 folks! It's not even the Ides of March yet and St. Patrick's Day is still a day away (since this is being written on Monday, now). Every thing is green and colorful. The red-bud trees are awesome, the flowering crabs and dogwoods are bright and gleaming, even the magnolia blooms look great. The tulip beds along Caruth Haven in the Village are spectacular. Beautiful wine colored and yellow iris and,of course, the underrated daffodils that William Wordsworth wrote about in 1815 are still holding true to the poems.
The third was a symphonic sound of a soulful trumpet player under the Commerce Street Viaduct at the Trinity River, which is at flood stage and the discharge on the downstream side of the bridge was swift and could be deadly, yet the sound of the trumpet filled my soul with joy and delight for having heard that majestic, almost state trumpet-like sound bouncing off the walls of the bridge supports and the deck above. Who ever the trumpet player was-- he was a delight to hear and I only hope that he will play again soon.
Two, it was an above average day with temps well above the average only to hear that tomorrow (Monday) they will be some 20-degrees warmer. We could be pushing near 90 folks! It's not even the Ides of March yet and St. Patrick's Day is still a day away (since this is being written on Monday, now). Every thing is green and colorful. The red-bud trees are awesome, the flowering crabs and dogwoods are bright and gleaming, even the magnolia blooms look great. The tulip beds along Caruth Haven in the Village are spectacular. Beautiful wine colored and yellow iris and,of course, the underrated daffodils that William Wordsworth wrote about in 1815 are still holding true to the poems.
The third was a symphonic sound of a soulful trumpet player under the Commerce Street Viaduct at the Trinity River, which is at flood stage and the discharge on the downstream side of the bridge was swift and could be deadly, yet the sound of the trumpet filled my soul with joy and delight for having heard that majestic, almost state trumpet-like sound bouncing off the walls of the bridge supports and the deck above. Who ever the trumpet player was-- he was a delight to hear and I only hope that he will play again soon.
William Wordsworth poem, Daffodils, 1815 |
The commercialized meaning of Easter |
Patiently awaiting President Obama Motorcade nearing sunset.This image is available for personal use at Alamy.com from the live news archive. order Image FMR3YC |
Daffodils
by William Wordsword, 1815.
First Verse
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the tree,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Monday, March 7, 2016
Discovering Something Else While In Search of Another
Several articles have been written on this topic. Usually it is on the way to the doctor's and finding a
serendipitous discovery. Usually, it makes me happy. Sometimes, not. There are several reasons the not is more unhappy than the other. Basically, in the past few months, there has been more negative people in the mix than at other times. There are those who usually are going to look at a picture and find every excuse in the book to tell you what you are explaining is not what you said it was. To those, my answer is this: Why would one go to the effort to point out something exciting just to serve an ego? That has always been a cause to frustrate me and continues to do so today. If you have that big of an ego need to begin with, then my suggestion is to contact two friends of mine over the past 40 years. One is a psychiatrist and the other one is PhD psychologist. Personally, this author would suggest seeing the psychiatrist first.
The juvenile bald eagle of at least 4-years already had the full white head and most of the tail feathers had turned, but not all. Riding the thermals between the levees was a beautiful site.
It was an enjoyable shoot, and the eagle made it even better. After all, it is part of the Great Trinity. Eagles like that old wood setting near water and a fresh food supply. Two weeks ago a spotting of two red tailed hawks were seen on the electrical towers between the levees. It's a thrill seeing such amazing birds in the heart of downtown.
The second piece is now added to the transition base and the first metal fab piece. It's on its way, folks! |
The juvenile bald eagle of at least 4-years already had the full white head and most of the tail feathers had turned, but not all. Riding the thermals between the levees was a beautiful site.
It was an enjoyable shoot, and the eagle made it even better. After all, it is part of the Great Trinity. Eagles like that old wood setting near water and a fresh food supply. Two weeks ago a spotting of two red tailed hawks were seen on the electrical towers between the levees. It's a thrill seeing such amazing birds in the heart of downtown.
The distance between the arches is greater than most think. Originally, there were to be two more arches in the middle of these two arches. |
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
A Mandrain Duck on Dallas Waters!
About three months ago, one of the Asian photographers that takes bird pictures at White Rock Lake showed me the area and the picture of a Mandrain Duck he had photographed that day. I have walked the recess areas looking for the duck since with no luck except to see it one time from afar and in an area where access was not possible except by boat.
Then, this past couple of days, two of the local news stations that go out a couple of days a week on location shots reported (with pictures) that a rare Mandrain had been seen in Irving. Now, since Mandrains are from Asia--half way round the world--there should not be two on the loose locally. Or, at least common logic says that there should not be any, let alone two. And, if they have been documented at both White Rock and in Irving, that same logic seems to say that it is the same duck.Furthermore, that the duck most likely slipped away from a zoo's aviary somewhere close. Well, close being relative to not half a world away at any rate.
So, while the masses were voting (I voted early the first day) and the weather was delightfully spring, it was off to the park in Irving in search of an elusive mandrain duck. As a side bar, the duck at White Rock was seen about a week after my Asian friend made mention and showed me the picture. Yes, his image date in-camera was checked. When it was seen, however, it was from a distance and not accessible, but it was a Mandrain duck none-the-less. It should also be noted that this photographer loves mandrain duck on the table but now having seen one in real life, ordering up a mandrain will never happen again. They are just to pretty of a bird to eat.
At the same time, while talking to a few photographers and birders on the banks of the river the reports were that no one had seen the little mandrain that the news reports called "frankie" or "fluffy" or "flakey".Whatever. Still, with some faith that luck would come my way, maybe, my walk started down the trail on one side of the river to the bridge at 6th street, across the low water spillway which was totally dry for crossing, and back up the other side of the river. The walk on down to the recreation center and the second crossover was not made this trip. A couple of years ago walking the same route had been done with the Nikon but never shot with the Olympus and the short lens. So, with no mandrain to report this trip, at least the trip generated some stock updates which need to be done from time to time anyway. So, the trip was not a total loss.
Earlier in the morning, my live news agent sent me an email telling me that the UK dailies were very interested in the American elections and mentioned a hand full of shot types that they were looking for. Upon leaving the Historic District in Irving my goal was to find some active poling places that were somewhat unusual or had dogs being watched while voters were inside voting but not one turned up on my route. After returning home and already changed into my comfort cloths, it was being reported on the news that some voting places had run out of ballets and lines were long. No, the sense of urgency to get those kinds of shots were not in the cards anymore that day! But, here are a few shots from the river in the Historic District of Irving.
Then, this past couple of days, two of the local news stations that go out a couple of days a week on location shots reported (with pictures) that a rare Mandrain had been seen in Irving. Now, since Mandrains are from Asia--half way round the world--there should not be two on the loose locally. Or, at least common logic says that there should not be any, let alone two. And, if they have been documented at both White Rock and in Irving, that same logic seems to say that it is the same duck.Furthermore, that the duck most likely slipped away from a zoo's aviary somewhere close. Well, close being relative to not half a world away at any rate.
So, while the masses were voting (I voted early the first day) and the weather was delightfully spring, it was off to the park in Irving in search of an elusive mandrain duck. As a side bar, the duck at White Rock was seen about a week after my Asian friend made mention and showed me the picture. Yes, his image date in-camera was checked. When it was seen, however, it was from a distance and not accessible, but it was a Mandrain duck none-the-less. It should also be noted that this photographer loves mandrain duck on the table but now having seen one in real life, ordering up a mandrain will never happen again. They are just to pretty of a bird to eat.
At the same time, while talking to a few photographers and birders on the banks of the river the reports were that no one had seen the little mandrain that the news reports called "frankie" or "fluffy" or "flakey".Whatever. Still, with some faith that luck would come my way, maybe, my walk started down the trail on one side of the river to the bridge at 6th street, across the low water spillway which was totally dry for crossing, and back up the other side of the river. The walk on down to the recreation center and the second crossover was not made this trip. A couple of years ago walking the same route had been done with the Nikon but never shot with the Olympus and the short lens. So, with no mandrain to report this trip, at least the trip generated some stock updates which need to be done from time to time anyway. So, the trip was not a total loss.
Earlier in the morning, my live news agent sent me an email telling me that the UK dailies were very interested in the American elections and mentioned a hand full of shot types that they were looking for. Upon leaving the Historic District in Irving my goal was to find some active poling places that were somewhat unusual or had dogs being watched while voters were inside voting but not one turned up on my route. After returning home and already changed into my comfort cloths, it was being reported on the news that some voting places had run out of ballets and lines were long. No, the sense of urgency to get those kinds of shots were not in the cards anymore that day! But, here are a few shots from the river in the Historic District of Irving.
The Shelter House. I have always thought of this as a Cathedral on the water |
Under the 6th Street bridge |
The first of two low water crossovers when they are dry. They are closed when water begins to overflow for safety reasons. |
Sunday, February 28, 2016
A Rare Find At Bachmann Lake
The Caxixi [ka shee-shee] rattle and stick |
Thanks to this guy, he confirmed the instrument was a birembau [beri-baw] |
Up close |
Saturday, February 27, 2016
America! America!
dallaspaparazzo is proud to announce the creation of America! America! a creation of American flags on a pair of canvas low cut tennis shoes! They are proudly designed in Dallas, Texas and made in America and we hope that you like them;we hope you will buy them. Most of all, we hope that you will enjoy wearing them this election year as the democratic process is now in full swing. Come on guys and gals...get the vote out in style!
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