Graffiti Muralis Border Creative Genious

One of the most talented and gifted custom Muralist that I have had the privilege to see work. Last week, I was able to see Ponchaveli  finish the Mohammad Ali mural  a couple of blocks from this venue.

Last week end, while making my circuit rounds, a muralist that is noted in Dallas was working on a large mural of Mohammad Ali. It was the featured post for last week end. Today, while following the water discharge on the Trinity (the USGS has a great digital set of meters) that are published live on their website. The radar units measure the rate of discharge down stream. When the USGS Field Office in Ft. Worth was installing the units there was a post made. Ever since, especially with the rain we have experienced again this year, I have followed the "trash" pile-up that comes down from upstream parks, storm drains, ditches and the like. Yes, as one would guess, what you see along the Trinity near downtown is that very discharge of items from those sources. Today, was of special interest because the discharge rate was still very fast but the level of water had dropped some.

I did the shot of the typical pile-up points..... ever notice why the bridges have those little slots spaced evenly along the side barriers--the pile-up was deep,wide and high on the banks. It was solid for ten or fifteen feet from the bridge back upstream. As the water reached the height of the bridge, the slots allowed the water to continue to flow downstream, but all the wood and trash and what ever else (i.e., coolers, footballs,basketballs, many, many soccer balls, shoes, flipflops, milk cartons, etc.,etc.) that could be seen under the pile as well. Most of the paper labels were gone, having started their bio-degradiable cycle already.  The only labels left on the plastic bottles were the companies that use the plastic overlay labels that are sealed and glued. When done, it was on to Deep Ellum. However, today, I never made it that far east. Being in the neighborhood of the most condensed and creative art canvas in the city, it was time to check out what had changed this past week.

A very interesting thing happened. I met an artist that was just about to paint a new mural. While the site was being prepared, we talked about the other cities in Texas that have such a like venue. The artist went about his work like a pro. Making the outline didn't take much time for him to sketch the full mural outline. Filling in the full mural was going to take some time. Before next weekend, I'll try to get down there again if my route doesn't cause any delays. Each day, I allow myself about 3 hours for the 38-mile route. Sometimes, the shoot time and the drive time get out of sync and my shoot list gets stacked  up. The summer in Texas heat does limit my activities at my age and with the medication that has limits in the direct sunlight. Dehydration is a problem that can cause major problems with the meds so while I do drink a lot of water on the route, take brakes in the cool of the AC in the car, one does continue to loose that valuable hydration. Still, I could not help but think how lucky I am to have so much creative people around. The guy today even had a creative producer with him. That was a first and put this custom muralist near the top of the list of those that I will follow from now on.

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The  Flooded Trinity River's currents were discharging at a very fast rate today. You can see the current in the center ripples.

You Have Heard This Before.......

It is amazing what I discover on the way to the doctor. Today was no exception. It all started about a month ago when I received a letter from my cardio-man that he was closing his practice. At first, there was that traditional anxiety of finding a new one and all that goes with that such as that infamous clipboard with several sheets attached that all "new' patients" must fill out. Gee, why isn't that part of the medical records, I'm thinking. But, that's why health care cost is rising. Well, one of the reasons.  And, I'm also thinking, most of the practices have all gone digital with Next gen patient software to make record keeping easier. Any way,  I hadn't even seen the doctor yet when on Wednesday, I get a call from the new doctor's office asking if I could come in earlier on Friday (today). Sure. I'm just the puppet on the string so-to-speak. That is, if I wanted to see the doctor Friday as scheduled at any rate.

So, last night, I set the two alarms and headed off to bed before the evening news. I didn't want to disappoint the new doctor by being late. He wouldn't mind, I know, because he is going to charge a missed appointment fee if I'm late. I hate paying interest on interest if you know what I mean. The interesting thing is that the new doctor is around the corner and across the street from my old doctor. In fact, where I once parked, I could see the new doctor's offices on the third floor of a four sided -alphabet building. Building A, B,C,D. So, finding it wasn't going to be a problem time wise, but parking and getting into the correct wing, riding the lift up to the doctor's floor, filling out that dang clipboard and trying to lower my blood pressure  before I go in to get it checked was more of the problem.

I'm already missing the intimacy of my former doctor's office with six people on staff. When I come off the lift-- elevator-- and saw at first glance about 30 people sitting, thumbing through magazines. I'm reminded that I have now landed at the largest cardio practice in the state of Texas. There are about 800 employees on staff. It is a beehive of activity. Even the little old ladies on the walkers have new found energy in their steps. Right then, I knew that this was going to be a totally different experience just to see the doctor. No sooner had I filled out the clipboard and returned it to the woman behind the sliding glass window when the door opened where I was sitting and a nurse calls my name.  Every single step was timed out. The nurse runs an EKG ( I was new patient) and it was like the doctor didn't trust the one the previous doctor had done and included in my medical records.

The doctor came in. Introduced himself. He was the plumber--he did stents and things like that. The other guy that I would see later was the electrician....he did pacemaker implants and things like that. Oh, boy! Ask questions from a check list?  As I would give the answers, some were meet with a comment from the doctor. The most interesting to me was that when he ask if I had any hobbies or things to keep me busy I said that I enjoyed photography. Immediately, he jumps on that."Nikon or Cannon". My answer was Nikon, but I was "using an Olympus at the moment" and enjoyed it. He then mentions that his wife does photography. That word has always amazed me, too. Does. Like she was doing the dishes or laundry. At that second, I had a flash back. This was the guy that  had a Nikon around his neck several months ago and we had talked for some time about the type of photography I favor. It was obvious that he was trying to remember if he had seen me before doing  shooting walk-abouts, but wasn't going to ask in a professional setting.

As I checked out, there was a chain of events that was more than just paying for the visit and getting out of Dodge. Blood test appointments would be made, appointments would be made and cardio equipment checks would be synced with my next appointment. The appointment that I thought was going to have to be scheduled for next month on the pacer was done right then and there. It also saved me money and time. I liked that. I was out the door and was meet with a cool breeze until I walked out from under the trees and stepped onto the parking lot. Still, it wasn't that bad.The dew point was lower and the humidity was lower than yesterday and it was less pressing. So, I decided that while I was out  and about, I would go home a different way and stop at the grocery store for a few fill ins.

The complex of roads getting there were being re-built as part of the City of Dallas Roadway Project. No way, was I going back that way. I had observed on my trip earlier that the work was being done on both the north and south bound sides of the road. Making the adjustment was not a problem, other than some of the roads had expanded since my last trip down them. I'm always looking for construction cranes, however. Where there is a construction crane, what you find is not always what you expected. I was stunned to see what I was seeing. This is something that tickeled by brain for years. Why do companies  not do things like this more?

 This was amazing. It was ground-breaking. It was just plain creative and smart. And, I am sure, the employees appreciated the thought by their employer. Or, should, at least. See, what I mean?

The underside shows the electronics  involved. Some have charging station right at the base.

Another Fine Job by Ponchaveli

Yesterday, while the temperature was still under 100 degrees F., venturing out was done in a abbreviated version. There were several projects that I wanted to check to see how they have changed. It never fails. There is always a discovery that turns up as a serendipitous event. For years, I have well discovered the old biblical saying that where the Lord closes one window, He opens another. In this case, it was shoe stores. One popular shoe store near Love Field closed and yesterday, I discovered on a walk-about a very nice shoe store that I have missed somehow. And, who happened to be celebrating their two year anniversary in business. They liked the printed canvas.  I even found one print pattern on one of their shoes that I have on the canvas low cuts.

Then, as I have done for 16-years, I either walk or drive down one Deep Ellum street and this street really is a named alley. My first trip down that street (alley) was when I was doing the research for the Fortune 100 for a Deep Ellum Foundation grant. This garage door was open and the sound of voices was coming at me. As it turned out, I'm standing in the owners living room by accident. Since then, I have discovered it is a loft and a photo studio. Yesterday, as I turned onto the alley, I saw the man sitting in the alley in a chair with camera on his lap. A photo shoot was going on and the assist personnel were changing models. Work is work and while it might have been observed for a while longer on foot, I was in the car and did not want to distract. It's kind of like shooting and some wiseguy goes by on the street and blows his horn to distract or break your concentration. I didn't want to be that guy with the horn if you understand the thought here.

On the crossover from Deep Ellum to downtown, I wanted to see Jackson street as it comes out on Harwood. The news that DART might be running the new rail line underground rather than down the middle of Jackson Street had me curious. First Presbyterian Church is a beautiful architectural domed feat and it is also a very active church with Dallas' homeless. So, it makes sense to run the train subway-style rather than on-grade right through the First Presbyterian campus. The two Masonic Temples on the opposite corner agree.

I drove Jackson (which to me is more of an alley than a street) down to Lamar and then took Commerce Street across the Trinity to a place that is a source of colorful art. Some would call tags or graffiti. It's also a noted place for photographers. It is somewhat common property for shooting but there is a respectfulness between artist and photographers. That's the part I like best. It's old school respect that my grandfathers knew as a deal with a handshake. While there, a guy told me about an artist (who he did not know by name) that was just about to finish a mural of Mohammad Ali nearby. In a flash, I was on my way to check it out. I had been waiting for the so-called "break out" when someone would do a large scale mural of Ali. This was the photo call so to speak. I was stunned. Not only was the mural a living tribute, the artist, Ponchaveli, was still there. I was able to get some shots and with a signed release, submitted the image to a world-wide live feed. The image is up an running as I write this.

There is so much going on in Dallas. Things are happening all over the Metroplex. Every one is chomping at the bit to get the first shots of the "THE STAR" the new home of the Cowboys in Frisco. Friday was the last day at Valley Ranch, the home for the past 31-years. For those of you that don't know..... that's the office or where the players go to work every day. The AT&T Stadium is where the games are played. Two seperate venues. I'm more interested with what is going to happen to the old place in Valley Ranch.

Now that hot weather has set in..... it's up early in the cool of the day now and I'll be shooting with morning sun rather than mid afternoon over my shoulders. The change will show up in the images. However, I am still having focus issues with the camera at the present time. I need to call support and talk to them again about the issues, but, until then I work around it the best that I can.

The old Pythian Temple in Deep Ellum--if ever there was a building that needed to be restored to its days of grandeur, this is it! The ball room is on the 5th floor.

The barrier between downtown and Deep Ellum appears to be coming down. The real question is when? The view looks west into downtown on Elm street.

If you want to see the full image, go to my home page, click on the far right tab, scroll down to the button "alamy", click it on and either click on the dallaspaparazzo above the search box or type in Ali mural in Dallas, but for the next 24-30 hours check the live news feed first.

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More from LBJ Express and High 5

Here's three more on the LBJ at the High 5 and on the LBJ Express Project which is 35E  at the LBJ.

Downtown Carrollton at Beltline with 35E NB. This is were the train tracks cume into Carrollton from Irving on the way to Frisco and north and the crossing of the old Cotton belt tracks running toward Grapevine and Ft. Worth.

The Express Lanes are Tolls and subterrain lanes,but open top.

 

 

The slight blue of grey in the sky or on the road way is the camera picking up the chain link fence that was shot through.

Reminds me of the Movie,"A River Runs Through It" but this river is toll lanes down below!

Added Pictures from the High 5

There will be forthcoming several post with three pictures each of the Dallas High 5 and the LBJ IH-35 Project.  Keep watching right here.

Not bad for a high volumn service road, you think?

Moving toward ground zero of the high 5

The big green pilings are the 5th tier--110 feet above grade. Accourding to some articles, this has now passed LA's 5-tier by 10 feet! Everything IS bigger in Texas.

The Massai Culture Right Here In Dallas

Generally, there is a plethora of places from which ideals can be drawn. My ideal well has always been full and seldom sees a drought. Those moments of inspiration do come from that thought well so to speak. They always have. Mom, was creative like that and mine comes from here side of the family tree. Today, opening the door and stepping outside after all the rain and flooding, big puffy billowing clouds against a blue sky awaited me. In just that instant, my thoughts raced ahead of my shooting list to the Dallas High 5.

Dallas High 5
For one, the High 5 is a very unusual forest of concrete pilings that stretches out beyond the project itself and travels west for about 11-miles to another massive interchange of roadways at LBJ Freeway and IH-35E. Of course, the High 5 was built first in 2001 to unstress the high volume of traffic on the LBJ and U.S. Highway 75, Central Expressway.The ground zero point was the old tight-wound traditional 1950s cloverleaf. Then, boom! This giant piling came jetting out the center of that clover leaf and the High 5 was born for Dallas traffic commuters. To this day, my GPS can pinpoint that actual piling and in my head, the vision of  all that came after it is like a Red Box movie.

My first stop was in the mid cross over in front of Texas Instrument's North Campus complex. There is an office complex there where generally Saturdays will find very light use of the parking lot and having inquired with security a long way back if using one of the  out-of-the-way parking spaces would be okay. So, the word was, yes, and then the security guy added, if you need to use it sometime in the future, the area were you described would be okay unless there was a fire or police emergency in the building. Thanking him, I filed that away until today.

Meeting the Maasai Grill people
Moving on, down to the heart of the High 5. Ground Zero..The Center of the Mix. Or, as has been noted at the Starbucks from time-to-time, where the Red Light Camera winks way to much at LBJ and Coit Road. So just before getting to that intersection, a new sign grabbed my attention. Pulling into the parking lot and going inside, I ask a gentleman if I could park there for about 15 minutes or so. Explaining that I needed to take a few pictures of the High 5 and just don't have anyplace to park. He said yes and after wards, I went back inside to thank him and showed him a few pictures of his business that I had taken. It was the high point of my the day.

 He and the lady behind the counter  are native Kenyan people. They are Maasai people. They are Maasai culture. Mom taught me about cloth years ago and I have long admired the color of the cloth that the Maasai people wear.  The restaurant, bar and lounges name was inspired from the Maasai people. Their culture is current and up-to-date. The Tribe in Kenya are well known and associated with Kenya and Northern Tanzania. They are known in the Ngorongoro Crater of Tanzania for more than 150 years as cattle hearding people. It is to the ancestorial Tribe as my Genesis 1:1 beginning is to me.

The menu will feature authentic Kenyan Food, music and dance.

The Menu
On the menu is samosas, chapatti's goat meat, ugali, pilau and much more are offered. They are located on the north side of the west bound service road between SB Central at LBJ and WB service road at Coit. The address is 8059 LBJ Freeway. Go enjoy  authentic Kenyan Maasai food.

Link to a history and culture
Maasai Tribe Information

This family was so nice. They will enjoy greeting you to sample their Kenyan culture

The rock garden greets you as you make your way to the door.

See that truck in the Express lane? The restaurant is immediately on the left on the service road WB. 8059 LBJ at Coit

That pole is pointing to 8059.