Super Bowl LIII Day Gives Off Some Intereting Views

Mockingbird Station's Angelika  Theater  will soon being showing this years Film Fest Films

Signs on the SB Service Road of US75 North Central Expressway. At the light, turn right into SMU campus. Parking for the library is on the right after turning off the service road. This station serves the Blue, Red, Orange Lines. The Green can be made as a transfer at tne first station after the trains come up from the tunnels. The orange line is the line that goes to  DFW Terminal A

A rare site to see a windsurfer on the water at White Rock Lake. The gentlemen on the board is closer in age to me than any of the boaters or kayaks save a hand full. It's great to see the more mature sports men  like this gentleman. Here, he has a great wind and moving rather fast. He's steering toward the boat ramp and take a plunge right at the ramp. Perfect!! Nice man to talk with, also.

The sun came out briefly. At kick-off time, the cloud deck had returned. Listening to the Pre-Game Show, A  couple of pictures from earlier in the day. The temp hit 71 officially at DFW just before 3 P.M. Originally, the men with the magic ball were calling for 80 F. Clouds messed that up for sure.

Talking With Silicon Valley For Over And Hour

Life will always toss you a curve from the blind side. Today, I spent more than an hour with an office in Silicon Valley because  they bought one of my independent agencies that has done very well selling my images. The merger is winding up in the next few days and I had not been able to sync my account with the new one. By the time I got off the phone, it was pretty late for me to even leave the house. But, sunshine popped out and the forecast calls for clouds and drizzle and clouds and more drizzle and maybe 1/2 - inch hail alone the way.

Yes, folks, the Texas mixing bowl is getting ready to churn up one heck of a springtime in storms, I'm afraid. All that energy in cold air has to go somewhere and the with the Gulf churning up the moisture and all the dynamics that goes with that, if we get out of  this spring without being halfway blown away, it will be by the Grace of God that we will live to see another summer. I remember as a kid, hearing my grandmother tell about the tornado that killed one of my great-aunts in Brownwood, Texas. I've never forgotten that story.   

Now that I think about it, I had slept in this morning, too, so the whole day has been offset by  a couple of hours. Never-the-less, I was out the door by 2:20. The cloud cover was just lifting to where the sun angles were perfect. I have been waiting for some good sun to check a new setting on the camera. Today just happened to be the one. Did I mention that the perfect subject to test it on is birds and flora. Ouch! someone stuck a pin in their voodoo doll! I felt that.

The mid-range of the setting turned out the best. I have a few places where I can use it again. So, all is not lost, I suppose. I'm a great believer in the penny lost, penny found philosophy. The math in the winds of fate hold more credence than we give credit. I guess you begin to see those things when you get (older [ancient]) like me. My own thoughts have proclaimed that I will not age gracefully. I never said that I didn't like old age. Some of you know where I'm going with this, but I'll spare you the drum roll and trumpet fanfares.

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Female Grackle

Seed Pod Art

Vines against a lake water backdrop.

 

Double Birds Rearranged

The morning slipped by rather fast and the coffee pot emptied faster than normal as I edited some images. When I was about to transition from editor to getting my daily dose of sunshine, my phone rang. It was a representative in the field for Oncor, the electric delivery arm for TXU Energy, better known as just TXU. I call them, 'the Edison'. Electric Utilities up north are know as 'the Edison' and I grew up knowing my childhood electric power company as the 'Power and Light'.  Basically, I like 'Edison' better.  She said that she would be here in about 10-minutes to run the meter test and needed the meter closet unlocked.

Oncor changed over the meters to the new digital meters over a year ago and frankly, people have been a bit concerned and do not trust the new meters as much as the old ones. Because of that, Oncor provides a free meter check. I had not used mine because I had not had any issues...until this past month.

Here, the male relanded just below his mate. The nest may be along White Rock Creek in the deep woods. This tree is surrounded by traffic on three sides.

This is the male taking flight but he didin't leave the tree. I ended up just below his mate.

The male is on the left side and the hen is on the right side of the tree just a bit higher.

By the time I got done, I had a late start and the cloud cover was beginning to move in again. I was looking for the Buffelhead ducks that I had seen yesterday. After making an uneventful trip around the lake, I was on the way home and was one intersection away from being out of the park when I spot a hawk sitting as pretty as  you please high up in a large tulip tree. Then, I spotted the mate sitting near her in the same tree. Dang! A double header if  I wanted the general shot. I did. It was a good twenty minutes  of shooting. I sure wished I had my longer lens that I have and can't use because it doesn't fit this camera.

We have a couple of days coming up over the weekend with temps into the 70s. The question is how much cloud cover we are going to have.

Up and At'Em Early Today

An early morning errand had me out the door and on the move before 2 bells this morning. After the errand, I had the full morning to shoot. By eight bells, I had already stopped at two grocery stores and was minutes from being home. The cold front was slipping into the Metroplex and it will be a hard freeze tomorrow morning plus it will be about 10-12 degrees cooler for the day high, but by the weekend, its forecast to hit 70F.

I've seen the minus 17 degree cold before and hopefully, never again. The Great Lakes haven't been frozen like this in years!! It takes cold to do that. The tap water is ice cold from the lakes and really taste good. I miss Great Lakes Water. We will not get that much of the Arctic push into North Texas. But, being inside and out of the wind as the temperature drops has a great benefit---called warmth!!

My final run before heading to the store, I made the circle of the lake. Much to my surprise as I'm sitting at on the of parking lots looking across the lake, I see Bufflehead ducks. They are here in migration from the boreal forest and aspen park lands of central Canada. They are small, feisty, disappear into the water much like the cormorants and American Coots. The big difference is the colorful displays of feathers.  It was simply being in the right place at the right time.

The male has colors like a wood duck but not identical.

Will be going back to look for them specifically. I want some better shots. These runs for the blog help keep breaches of copyrights down to a minimum, but they also turn up finds that  help to produce income later on.

Spring In Popping Out all Over

While out today shooting Capital Improvement Projects, I ran across a bit of hope. Now, true, this is on the cusp of an Arctic cold front due to hit tomorrow, but that doesn't matter.  Nature has the upper hand. Believe that! These shoots are hardy and will stout.

It was a bit of a surprise to see it at the end of January, but  I'll take it!

Here is a bit of supporting proof. (click on the image to open a larger view)

Fair Park Is Really Changing!

With the new management to open up Fair Park during the days beyond and up to the State Fair run of three weeks, the changes were very obvious and people were all over the 177 acres of  grounds. It was a much more friendly atmosphere and from what I saw today, the changes will only make Fair Park a true park and second jewel for Dallas as it should be.

With Fair Park getting much needed work, crews were also doing that, too! The place  just looked alive more than I can ever remember. That pretty much sums it up like this: " With the State Fair not running, the place was more alive than ever!" No mid-way, no concessions, but people were just totally enjoying their day. After yesterdays punishing walks,  I though it might just be my imagination that was giving me a false reading, but no, even I enjoyed the afternoon.

The Art Decco paradise still just blows me away to see so much in one location. If people don't realize what a prize this is for Dallas, then they need to get out an explore the wealth of this place. Usually, I make a trip down there about once ever four months with my last one being  the installation of Big Tex prior to opening day for the fair.

Fountains outside Hall of State Building. These are not the amazing programed music water and light show with surround sound directly in front and across the plaza from the Hall of State Entrance.

Originally opened as Star Plex and since has undergone several sponcorships. The groups, performers, bands, and music is still the good stuff. It's an outdoor lawn venue with sound stage.

The art decco collection of buildings is getting a boost from the city to the tune of $50 million. Cracks, paint, repairs  will be a well deserved fix.

Historic Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe

It came as a shock to realize several years ago that I lived on the subject tracks of this post. It had never really been a subject of discussion with my railroader friends but I knew that the tracks in the Dallas area were still live and were used as a short line track. It was not until several more years before I figured out that the tracks were, indeed, the tracks behind my house and were under the Short Line Railroad  operated by Kansas City Southern.

This discovery and renewed interest came about when I walked the Santa Fe Bike Trail split with the White Rock Trail just below the dam at White Rock Lake. The trail follows the White Rock Creek on its way downstream toward the Trinity River in the Great Trinity Forest in deep South Dallas. At that time, I came across the tracks near the Tennyson Highlands  and the Tennyson Glens courses at Tennyson Park that split off the old line for the Texas & Pacific that runs back through White Rock Lake. At that time, I discovered the old trestle farther down the line on the "S" curves. While I did not walk down there at that time, only going to the point were T&P line had been abandoned. Several months later, I did return and walked down to the trestle but did not explore beyond that point. However, I had always wondered where those tracks made their way toward my house. It was just one of those things where I just never got beyond looking at an old map to see the line's route on the map, but I already knew that I wanted to explore more at some time to see how the puzzle  fit together. All that happened about the time that the Big Boy was being moved from Fair Park to it's new home in Frisco. Then the new container yard opened in Frisco and the traffic was greatly reduced as it went past my house. A very typical short line operation of a few box cars, maybe a few flat beds with  UPS trucks but those were basically supply cars for the industrial parks that run from south of here toward Garland to the KCS yard at Shiloh, south of Northwest Highway and between Shiloh and Garland Road where the double stacked containers and the pigs were loaded for UPS.

Today, as I was checking on one of my most favorite neighborhoods--- a little subdivision built about the early years of the twentieth century around the time that White Rock Lake was being built. The homes are the original tiny house of about 1000 to 1500 square feet, but the neighborhood is called the Little Forest Hills. It is architecturally one of the most amazing places one could see in any urban area. When I first discovered it, signs were in the yards advertising, " Keep Little Forest Hills Little". I had already seen a couple of what I call Ronnie Houses, big, modern 3500 to 6000 square feet mansions squeezed on a small lot. All it takes is one of the big, new houses to go up after the little house has been bulldozed away forever for the disease to spread throughout the entire community that is a treasure for any city to hold on to except in Texas were land is more valuable than a house.
As I turned to start to go toward Fair Park, the second half of the city's water upgrades had blocked off the road at the rail road tracks. It's interesting in that long before I discovered the neighborhood, I had heard the train whistles, sometimes while at the lake and others as I was doing a shoot along Garland Road. It reminded me of the old Mystic Mood Album, One Stormy Night,  with a cut of a thunderstorm and rain and the sound of a train horn. I loved that album and just this past week decided that I needed to find out if it had been cut on CD. It's so soothing to listen to when reading or working on edits  from the days shoot.

As I went over a couple of blocks to find a street that took me across the tracks, I saw a photographer walking toward the street that I was on and it hit me right then, that this was the other end of that trestle that I wanted to see. By the time that I circled and came back, the guy had gotten in his car and headed out. So I decided right then that I was going to walk down there, having figured out about how far it was from what I knew of the area. Basically, from the end of the Glens course to the far end of the Highlands course---two full golf courses in length. Sure enough, from  the crossing down to the first curve was about a 20 minute walk, but as I rounded the curve I could see the metal trestle a bit farther in distance. That was about another 10 minute walk, the ballast was big and loose along the sides of the track. I learned a long time ago that you don't walk down the center of the tracks. People end up dead that way. Any how, I got my shots, saw a couple of "park anywhere" bikes down below with bent rims. One a V-bike and the other a Lime bike. At least the destruction of the bikes was spread around the rental companies and one company didn't have  to see a double loss.

At the point of the trestle, where White Rock Creek crosses under the trestle, there is an up-scale profession gated community  on one side and the Tennyson Glens lower course on the other. So, now, I have shots of the "s" curves and the Trestle from the south and west views as well as the north and east view of the Trestle and and their "S" curves. By the time I got back to the car, I was feeling pretty beat. I had a small snack in the car that I carry in my travel bag and I sat there for a couple of minutes eating my snack in hopes of gaining my energy back. My plan was that I had to head toward the Walmart Neighborhood Market on the way home to get my favorite fresh baked Cuban rolls. I split them down the center with my bread knife at breakfast and pop them in the toaster. Then, I spread a light coat of butter on the hot rolls. Oh! They go with breakfast like none other. It's been a long time since the, 'goodby toast, hello Cuban Roll'.They are 5/$1.00 and this will get me 5 days of breakfast before having to go get more.

As luck would have it, when I got the WNM, I saw a space right up front after the handicap parking and I circled to come around. Just as I got there, some guy whips in with his big 2500 or whatever it was and took the space. So, round and round we go again finding one a few more spaces away from the front. When I got out, there was an electric scooter next to my car. I sat down. It was charged up and I pushed down on the bar and away I went. It was non-stop to the sliding doors, across the cart room and into the fruits and veggies, around the table and down the isle to the bread bin. I'm thinking, I should try this more often, but I really was beat up from walking that distance on that loose ballast. I got my rolls. Headed to the check out and Murphy's Law kicked in. All those empty lanes and self check outs were lined up like the Super Bowl was today. But, I got  to check out and and headed for the car, parking the scooter right where I had found it originally. Into the car before the pain started. By the time I had diner the pain was pretty strong and I took a plain generic aspirin and the pain has not come back since.  It's all in the day's work for a retired old man who loves his full-time hobby of urban photography.

By-the-way, when checking my e-mail after eating tonight I had a few sales. That made it all worth while---I-think!

The Old Buzzard Greeted Me, Too! He was being a bit vocal.

Looking South and West. The old shots are looking this way

The "S" curve. It's a 20-minute walk back to the car.