A Spectrum of White Rock Activity

Today started early at the vampire's. She drew three viles of blood!! I made my way to the car, drove down the service road a mile, did the loop DE loop coming out on the service road going the opposite direction and into McDonald's. My body needed food and coffee. Thankfully, I brought a little jar of my favorite orange juice with pulp to take my meds with while I ate.

The clouds were low and gray again and there were enough drops of water on the windshield to put the wipers on intermittent. At the lake, I sat in my favorite spot and ate in the car overlooking the lake. It was so pretty this morning with just the right amount of rain to make the buds, new leaves and flowers glison on their own without the sun.

By this time it was time to check on the birds,  Stopping at the lake's MC Donald's and ordering my second cup of coffee I made the short distance to Aquatics Center Shelter House which has a picnic table under roof on either end of the Center with open air picnic tables in the front and chatted with a birdwatcher who was passing my way. When finishing my second cup of coffee, it was time to stroll down to the lake's edge. Spotting the shovel bills almost instantly, the reports were coming in that the wood ducks have been sited looking for nesting sites, but the hot new was that a Chiloe Wigeons from South American had been sited and in short order appeared with two others looking for the rare site. There was also talk about a Texas native duck that is only seen in south Texas islands. Never did find that duck.

As the day progressed, the workout guys were making use of the cooler weather to do the heavy stuff. But the non bird hit was when I came around  a curve on the West Lawther side of the lake and heard
the piping of pipes!! Bagpipes!! It still sends chills down my spine to hear that sound, St. Patrick's week or not. In fact, on Saturday after shooting the parade on Greenville, I was thinking that  if I had a set of pipes, I'd go to White Rock and play the pipes.

Here's a recap in pictures.

A South American Chiloe Wigeons

Marco

Jonathan & Alejandro

More Pictures: St. Patrick's Parade

The Rolls, The Marine, The Chief,The unknow

Cute girl, but I don't know who she is.

I love bagpipes. If I had a set of pipes, I'd go to the lake and pipe all day.

They sound good, too! That's a semi trailer converted to a moving stage. with garage doors or flaps.I really don't have that figured out yet.

An Enjoyable but Short Conversation with Former Chief Brown

We all remember that awful day when gunfire began to echo in the canyon of tall buildings downtown. That's when then chief, David Brown stepped forward as the leader that he was and became the "wise father" for the police department. 

The nation listened as he spoke at new conferences, critical updates to past press conferences and at the funerals to come later. He stood like a rock for fallen officers families to lean upon. He stood as a rock in support of the men in the department he lead, although there were some bitter sweet times off and on before that tragic day outside El Centro College in the heart of downtown, the Chief stood as the top man leading a department with much success.

He was named the Grand Marshal of this years St. Patrick's Day Parade and Festival. For some reason this year, I landed a great spot at the beginning of the parade. Generally, I'm a bit farther down on Greenville Avenue. A little trick I learned from the Christmas Parade is that you want to be where the celebrities are before they take their place in the vehicle or float that they will be riding on. So, that may have been the reason I stayed at the corner of Blackwell and Greenville. The old Sam's Club Park Lane store parking lot was filled with trucks and floats and staging activity. It is a "fur" piece from there down to Blackwell from Park Lane and Greenville, the official start of the annual parade.  I wanted a good picture of the former Chief to add to the portfolio of images from the memorials outside Jack Evans when the Chief was master of the domain so to speak. Ironically, I saw him pose with a couple of characters depicted in "Lord of the Rings" earlier.

Before the five minute warning was issued to parade participants, the new Rolls-Royce convertible was moved into place driven by a young Marine Corp enlistment in his sleek dress uniform, I called out to the former chief and then waved. He turned and looked my way. At that time, another man did the same thing and private consultant David Brown was on his way over to the metal barricade. I shot images while he was walking and while he greeted the man next to me. Then, I said to Chief Brown:" you look relaxed and happy now." He replied, " I'm getting there. After about 4 months it sets in."  From my experience of being retired, I said to the Chief," once you lay down the sword, it takes about six months before you really feel free and start to have fun again." The five minute warning was sounded and the chief said," You got to get a shot of these kicks" making a reference to his green athletic shoes, then he headed over to his position in the parade. I got the picture of the chief and the "kicks" and if another picture didn't come out, my day had already been made and I was that "happy"photog that I mentioned to the Chief.

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These "Kicks" are Beau-T-Ful

The Chief Turns in response to the call.

Chief Brown looks really good and relaxed.

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. 

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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!!