And Here It Is Like Clockwork

Living in the Great Lakes for many decades it  did not take long to always count on the annual St. Pat's Snow Storm. It is wet. It is heavy. It is a heart attack waiting to happen if you hand shovel it and are not in good heart health. It has always arrived one week either side of St. Patrick's Day. Hence, the St. Pat's Day Snow plus/minus 5 days either side.

With the odd weather we have been having, I was beginning to think that maybe the tides have turned on Ole St. Pat's Snow. Nope! The eastern seaboard is getting hammered and the worse is yet to come. Come Tuesday, next, the measurement will be in feet, not inches.

It never really sunk in until one year, I decied to buy a new car in the spring rather than in the so-called best bargin days of fall. My thinking was that if I purchased a new car in the spring, the snows would be over, hence the salt on the roads, hence another year salt free for the undercarriage.
The car was purchased. The next morning, when I looked outside, I could not believe my eyes. The snow was up to the front bumper. Later that morning, I was talking to one phone with a friend in Chicago and was relating the story to him. He said to me, "well dummy, you always wait until we have had the St. Pat's Snow!". He then explained about mother natures fare well to winter. I started watching from then on and year after year the ground got covered with snow that was heavy, deep, wet and the hospitals ER's had a run on heart attacks.

So, since the St. Pat's Day Parade down Greenville Avenue is tomorrow, Saturday, the  eleventh of March, it reminded me of what the eastern seaboard will be experiencing this coming week. With 100,000 linend up on both sides of  Upper Greenville for the parade, the real block party continues on in Lower Greenville. I hope to get some images for the live news feeds (as images). We had a weak cold front come through this afternoon and will come back over us during the night as a warm front. Showers and T-storms could be an item in the morning, but by parade time of 11A.M. CT, things should be looking up and the sky should be opening up as the afternoon progresses.

For those of you getting snow (like Professor Pat in Boston) and others, I ask: Do you know where your snow shovel is? Last year, Pat sent me a picture of a big snow pile with a shovel sticking in it with the caption: "I'm in here somewhere?" I have just one golden image to share today.

The beautiful gold necklace tassels with new leaves already appearing.

Could Not Believe What I Was Seeing

It was not scheduled to be nice today. When the noon news came on as I was eating my lunch, it because very clear that the temps were good and the possibility of some clearing from the cloud cover was  looking even better. By 1 o'clock, the car was  headed for the lake. My strength has been getting better. My diet has changed yet again and not only is the weight coming off, my heart health is my main purpose. The amount of walking has increased as my strength builds and that is nothing more than the old law of physics that when a body is in motion, it remains in motion. Or, something like that.

My approach to the lake has changed because of the bird watch. The clouds filled in again and a strong southwest wind was constant. A seagull caught my eye. He was hovering in mid air about three feet above the water. He would dive to the surface and come up with a fish. Then, he would drop the fish. Then, he would dive again and come back up with a fish. After doing this a couple of times, I locked in on my settings as the wind on the waves were giving the auto focus nightmares. My motor on the lens could be heard over the wind. Then, while the camera was up to my eye and focused on the seagull, all of a sudden this big blob of white and black filled the viewfinder and it was one of those deals where I actually jumped back a bit in surprise and shock. A pelican come splashing in where the seagull had been. From there, you can see a good image and a image that was still being focused on by the auto focus. It was really somewhat bizarre. As it turned out, it was only the second time that I have actually got a shot of this happening. Good, or bad, I now have two images of this "perfect timing" event.

The arrival and point of sudden shock!

The fish is in the beak!

Down the hatch and others followed.

Bards Do Sleep

While the taste of spring is all over the place, the smell of smoke and sight of it on the horizon from West Texas fires filled the air on a strong North wind from the passage of the cold front in and during the first bells of the day and throughout the daylight hours. The storms all moved along the cold front North and East to Minnesota. There were only very light showers, although, I am taking the morning weatherman at his word because all I remember is hearing the air conditioner come on a couple of times during the night. The temperature actually rose over night until the passage of the cold front. So, we were able to dodge a bullet on the tornadoes and strong thunderstorms.

It was a few minutes shy of one o'clock before I was able to leave the house. With the beautiful sunshine, but North wind and much cooler temperatures, I dressed in layers. And, as expected, I was peeling off the top two layers as the afternoon wore on and the sun beat down on my back. Yesterday, I was in shorts with and a T-shirt as the temperature hit 83-degrees. It's been a weird winter and the spring has started out that way, too! In fact, maybe that is why my days have been unside down and right side backwards of late.

The Creighton University women's rowing team has been at White Rock since Monday and will be here until the competition race with SMU is over by noon on Saturday. The lost a coupe of half day practices because of high winds earlier. I got a chance to talk to the bus driver that I have chatted with for a couple of years. He was telling me that he is about to retire and that this would be his last trip down here. His wife will be retiring also, he said. But it isn't to be precluded that he is going to set on his Iowa porch and watch the corn grow. He has a business plus he has a farm, he also manages a farm that is in the family and he plays golf. I have always enjoyed talking with him because he has a since of humor like I do.He doesn't worry about things that he can't control, like me and he has that same viewpoint that I learned from my dad that has a bit of sarcasm at times. Of course, the secret of that is knowing when to use it and when to keep quiet. I'm going to miss his visits to White Rock.

From there I made my way to Winfrey Point, parked overlooking the lake and ate my Fuji apple. It would tide me over until dinner. Then, as a final check on wildlife, I found the Bard owl and the nesting pair of Red Shoulder hawks. The female red shoulder was on the nest again and the male did bring here a bit to eat. There were two more photographers in the area that drifted over. But my images of the day are new growth for cards and marketing pieces and the cute Bard was actually caught sleeping with his head dropping. I had been a bit worried about him falling out of the tree, but then I saw those massive hooks embedded into the bark of the tree. Better the tree bark than in skin, that's for sure. 

Click on any image to enlarge all three.

A wasp nest already underway for 2017 with a wasp working on the nest.

A beautiful Ukulele. The man strommed a couple of cords. The sound was ever so mellow.

An there sits the Bard Owl fast asleep! So cute. Animals are just like us. Or, we are very much like them. There are still people who think that they aren't like us at all. Pain, Blood, Hunger, Life, Death. I sure can't tell the difference. To me, animals actually help us understand who we are more than anything else on this planet.

Part Three (Pictures Only) to Yesterdays Post Upside Down Day

Cable on the sound stage ready to be packed up for the next performance.

Last year it is bananas and water. This year, apple and orange choice.

And,just because the bridge's beer garden closed, there is this new micro brewery that is at Trinity Groves. This image was taken from the bridge's beer garden and I didn't have to use a zoom lense, either!!  

Second Part of Upside Down Day (Pictures Only)

What a backpack! Water at 14 lbs per gallon alone would make the weight at 42 lbs if that's a 3 gallon capacity.

Thank goodness for little wheels!

The recycle container for bottles is sharp.

An Upside Down Day

Today was both a forward day and a backwards day. It was a top up day; a top down day. It was sad. It was happy. It was an downside up and an upside down. It was still above average and I am alright with that. It just felt odd and got worse throwing off my entire day. The low gray clouds and misty rain played a part in causing the top to wobble its spin.

First, I set out to find a garage sale that I wanted to check out. After doing my research, finding it was easier than I thought that it would be. In the process, it turned out that I had used logic to a good way and saved a bunch of miles. Then, the top started to spin. I saw the sign that the next light was the street that I wanted. The catch: a neighboring suburban street department had cut a lane north bound a half a block before the intersection which I missed. That's right. When I got to the advertised intersection no right turns were permitted as it had been made two lanes to turn left at a very weird intersection as it  is aligned currently. As a result, I had to go around the block which was a whole mile farther down the road. Then, I had to  go up a mile, come back a mile and get back on track which turned out to be my street that I was looking for after I got back on the street that I could not turn on. So, I lost all the miles that I had saved!

Again, the same thing happened on down the road sending me onto I-35E going to Lewisville. No! No! but it was to late. The traffic jam from the construction had me sitting in locked in traffic for nearly a half hour. As I sat in the only lane that carried traffic I'm looking up through the sunroof at the open sky between beams overhead. The longer I sat there, the more I'm thinking, it's time to make lemonade out of lemons and I got my camera out. When I got to where I could take the only exit working I sat in traffic another half hour. The big difference was that I could eventually  turn into a shopping center just past the Vista Ridge Mall and grab a quick burger at Steak and Shake. That was a mistake also as every one else had the same ideal. Plus, an entire soccer team was taking up the tables that were available. I was stuck at the counter on a stool next to the cash register. It took --hold on--another half hour to order.

By the time I got back downtown to the event going on at the Ron Kirk Bridge Park, all the vendors were packing up! Total miles wracked up: 79.6. Total elapsed time: 6 hours. Then, if all that wasn't enough, somewhere down the line---and I think it was when I put the camera in the bag last night after charging the battery---I must have hit the dial that moves my auto focus to programed function and there was some noise in the images when I started to edit images tonight. It was a long day and I need to get back on the old regular routine.

The I-35E upgrade at the Sam Rayburn Toll Road in North Dallas at the Denton County Line.

Burger and a Chocolate Shake.

When the sun comes out, I'll come back and get some redos. It will be worth the effort. Also, there will be an additional post of must pictures both  following this post  and one tomorrow.

Just A Little Songbird

My car had a mind of its own today and took me in a direction that I would not have gone on my own this time of year. As it turned out, it gave me some shots that were needed to fill in some gaps in both stock and in product textures. Those are always needed,too. I also got a history lesson about Conestoga and Pittsburgh wagons and the mid 1850s crossing of the Trinity River at Valley Ranch where hundreds of pioneers would spend the night before crossing at California Crossing. There were many rivers that had to be crossed between here and the western places of settlement. One of the more famous is right here in the Metroplex.

The Trinity River just below the 1850's crossing point.

My new friend. This bird just kept following me. I  had talked to him when I started down the trail and he just kept following me and staying in sight at eye level or just below all the time. Then, he just disappeared.

This is a classic wild texture. It is one of those places where you see trail guides with machetes in the movies, but not on this trail, at least.