"Relief?"

As temperatures rise with no apparant relief in sight, at least in the foreseeable future, this study in cool, cascading water is provided in hopes of relieving the monotony of a typical Dallas heatwave.  If experiencing the actual phenomenon in person would provide even more relief, you can make the trek to The Dallas Arboretum and experience this first hand. However, if your intent is to jump in for relief, it's highly recommended you opt for a cold shower at home instead.  Arboretum personnel frown on adults engaging in child-like play in their pristine pools.

"Remember When...."

Remember when we were getting enough Texas showers for little, delicate flowers to sprout in the harshest of conditions?

Remember when dark clouds gathered and a slight rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance?

Remember when a refreshing breeze along the shoreline of your favorite lake made you want the afternoon to last forever? 

Well, those days are gone as Texans endure another sweltering summer with temperatures in the triple digits as we plow through July.  In fact, we don't endure as much as we find our selves captives in our own air-conditioned homes to avoid the onslaught of these strength-sapping conditions.

On the bright side, relief is only weeks away when temperatures drop to the mid-80's feeling like a cold snap, followed by a dramatic drop to the upper 60's when Texans break out their sweaters, knowing that before long temps will plummet to a bone-numbing 50 degrees or so and it's time to break out the NorthFace parkas, alpaca scarves, stocking caps and fleece-lined mittens.

And we wonder why the Cheeseheads of Green Bay, Wisconsin call us sissies.

"The Culprit"

This innocuous safe sits in the same place it has for years.  In fact, it hasn't been moved from the original Jack Daniel's office that still stands in the midst of the distillery complex.  But this was the item that led to "the event".  While many people would conclude that being around one of the most famous distilleries in the world,  Mr. Daniel,  founder and proprietor of this empire, might have imbibed too much for too long.  But this was not the case.  Ever the dapper, ambitious entrepreneur, Gentleman Jack Daniel was too busy overseeing his business holdings.  But one morning when opening the office, he was unable to remember the combination of the company safe and in a fit of rage (for which he was known), he kicked this 1200 pound immovable object....to no avail.  This tantrum, however,  did result in a foot injury that went untreated for a lengthy period until the foot developed gangrene, leading to the demise at age 60 of one of America's most flamboyant Captains of Industry.  

"Wet & Wild"

Actually, you're just witnessing the wet part of this activity. Before a rowdy bunch of summer campers can get wild as they participate in the much-anticipated water-bomb melee, someone has the behind-the-scenes chore of filling these colorful missiles of moisture.  Thankfully, dedicated volunteers are always on hand to make summer camps memorable, and the Nocona TX Historical Museum's "Mystery of History" is no exception.

"Making a Joyful Noise Unto the Lord"

If you're of my vintage, you probably remember Vacation Bible School (VBS) down in the basement of a stodgy, old church....maybe on Main Street in the central business district of your hometown. You might have even had Miss Inez (or an equivalent), the local piano teacher, sitting at a rickety, seldom-used upright (usually just a tad out-of-tune) lending her talents to fill the room with the familiar "Jesus Loves Me".  Well, things have changed.

When I agreed to photograph the final session of VBS activities at Church of The Incarnation in Dallas (my parish), I was blown away by the professionally packaged Vacation Bible School curriculum, complete with pre-recorded music, props, apparel and a study plan to follow should one chose. VBS.....it's now an audio board mixing big sounds of catchy sing-a-longs, choreographed activities, and a happy-clappy atmosphere that's infectious.   These pictures prove the approach is a rousing success.  Miss Inez would be thunderstruck at the changes.

Make a joyful noise, indeed!!!!

"BlackJack, A Quick Look"

For nearly a decade on trips to Eastern Tennessee, passing billboards touting the Jack Daniel's Distillary tour,  I'd say to myself, "Gotta make that trip".  About two weeks ago, I finally fulfilled this desire.  After all, just the name, Jack Daniel's, is an institution starting back in 1866.  No matter where you imbibe in the world....Melbourne, Toronto, Rome, Caracas, or the Lone Star State....that little jigger of amber Jack Daniel's had its beginnings in the little town of Lynchberg. This is true Tennessee Sour Mash sippin' whiskey and it's made today the same way it was since the inception of this historic distillery.  And the trip to appreciate the process, along with the folklore that accompanies this brand, was fascinating.

If you're lucky enough, as was I, you'll take a tour on one of the days when they make the charcoal from their own inventory of sugar maple slats.  Reaching temperatures of 1800 degrees, these burning skids are an imposing sight with the resulting charcoal playing an integral part in filtering what will eventually become one of the most recognized products anywhere.  

On the grounds of the distillery, silos hold corn, rye or barley malt prior to being moved to the still house where ingredients will be measured, ground and mixed before the patented distilling process begins.

During distilling,  the raw grain products go through a series of steps including the adding of sugar to begin fermentation.  At one point on the tour, one observes a clear liquid with an alcoholic punch of 140 proof flowing endlessly as it makes its way to the charcoal-filtering phase where it will be further purified and cleansed during a 5-day process.  Next up:  barreling, aging (5 to 7 years), bottling and distribution.

Finally,  after approximately an hour-and-half of touring and learning, the moment of truth arrives: the actual sampling of the finished product (if you signed up for the "Tasting Tour").

So, what did I learn?  Well, simply put, years ago there was a man small in stature (5'2") who had a grandiose dream that has exceeded his wildest expectations.  His name:  Jack Daniel.   And his legacy lives on.

"Synchronized Golf"

OK, on the count of three, everybody bend over.......  Well, actually, what we have above are conscientious golfers in coordinated efforts to repair ball marks on the course:  one on the green and the other in the sand trap.  It just so happened that both chores were undertaken simultaneously.

The other photogenic duo are just golfing partners trying in unison to coax an errant putt into that elusive little hole. Despite concerted efforts the ball failed to drop.  But at the end of the day,  both twosomes had a great time as they participated in a recent golf tournament benefiting The First Tee of Greater Dallas at the picturesque Stonebriar Golf Club, Frisco TX.

"Equal Billing"

Recently, I published a photo of a group of OU celebrants following the OU-TU football victory last fall that included my beautiful granddaughter Emily from Houston.  Well, being gorgeous in the Rogers Clan knows no geographic boundaries.  It spreads all the way to North Central Texas as is exemplified by this photograph.  My Dallas granddaughter, Caroline  (far left), soon to be a Highland Park HS graduate and two of her best friends took time to pose prior to their Senior Prom.  So there you have it.....the two largest metropolitan cities in Texas are represented most ably (and beautifully) by two Texas natives coincidentally from the same family tree.  

"Catching Up With Friends"

At the recent Plein Air Southwest paint-out, it was a cause for celebration to reunite with renowned plein air artist and good friend Peggy Immel.  And as an added bonus, I was able to finally meet in person her husband,  photographer extraordinaire, Steve Immel.  After several years of following one another's blogs and exchanging notes, an introduction to this world-traveled pro was long overdue.  A talented duo they make, plus they're just plain fun to be around!!    

"Coordination"

Anyone who's ever played the game knows what an integral part coordination plays in golf.  It's also part conditioning, part mental, part physical, where one must not forget head down, eye on the ball, knees bent, arms straight, and on and on and on.  As a fellow golfer once pointed out, "There are only 375 things you must coordinate during your backswing to insure a good shot".  But it seems that this player has taken into consideration yet another aspect: wardrobe. Even down to the Day-Glo logo on her shirtsleeve, which matches the skirt, which matches the hat, which matches the ball....this is coordination taken to the next level.

"On Fire!!!!"

Maybe this should be rephrased.  He's not on fire....and from the expression on his face, his errant golf shot is not on fire, so the only thing burning is his stogie.  And it's leaving an impressive footprint of smoke suspended in air.  Maybe this post should be retitled "The Last Bastion", because the golf course is one of the few places where a man can fire up a good Cuban import without suffering laser-like stares of condemnation.

"After the Storm"

Tranquilly shaded by trees on a sunny afternoon, the only remaining evidence of the Texas farmhouse that once stood here is the fireplace, chimney and a supporting wall.  The metal cutout of a raven seems almost menacing as it stands defiantly on the mantle, one of only a few things to survive what must have been a horrific storm years ago.

Remember This????

It's a day when it's so cold your hair hurts and there's just not much you can do about the frigid, gale-force winds other than grin and bear it.  It's called Winter.  You must remember  that season that's been missing from our calendars here in Texas for the last two years. When this picture was taken at a First Tee golf tournament,  it was as miserable as it looks and I recall the only warmth I felt for more than four grueling hours was from the beautiful smile of this dedicated volunteer.

Waves of Blue

This once imposing structure and its servants quarters sit in a field of bluebonnets slowly succumbing to neglect.  Upon inquiry as to its history, there were a number of unanswered questions except for a weather-worn sign that bluntly informs the curious of the owner's wishes.

Deep in the Heart of........

Reckon there's no need to tell you where this particular mailbox is located.   Just proves you never know when you're gonna find a Lone Star relic,  but your odds are always better on less-traveled lanes like this one to Lake LBJ outside Marble Falls, TX.  

Serenity

As an aspiring teen-age photographer, I'd marvel at the postcards I'd see in souvenir shops on family vacations from Arkansas to Colorado to the coastlines of California. These round racks of dazzling photographs set a standard for me to someday achieve, but it wasn't until years later that I discovered, first you had to have awesome scenery, then you could work the photo magic I so desperately sought to duplicate.  To my good fortune, I now have the opportunity to travel to such locations as Colorado's Bear Lake captured here on a crisp fall morning.  And with a vista like this, I just aim it, frame it and let Nikon strut its stuff.  Voila!!! Picture postcard perfect.

On Stand-By

While strolling the shores of a Hill Country Lake, it seems a fisherman's stash of equipment had been casually propped against a tree, ready at a moment's notice to go for the big one.  Here's hoping this bobber won't be victim of "the one that got away"!

Denver Inspiration

Winding my way down the usual remote roads I prefer to traverse, one can't help but wonder if you might be on one of the treks made by the late John Denver?  This particular stretch of unpaved road brought to mind "Country Roads Take Me Home" or "Rocky Mountain High".  Such raw beauty could certainly inspire a talented songwriter to put notes and lyrics to paper and come up with a musical poem inspired by the vast vistas of the great state of Colorado.

Cowtown Chic

Here's how to "Belly up to the Bar" in The Stockyards in Ft. Worth.  And look pretty doggoned good doing it.  Short skirts, tall boots, and some long legs aren't required, but they certainly add to the overall look.  If nothing else, this just goes to show you that the wild west isn't the stomping grounds for only weathered cowboys.  

Something to Look Forward To

It happens every year about this time.  I like to refer to it as 'the TV dregs'.....Why?  Because I'm not a basketball or baseball aficionado and my passion, college football, has faded to just a foggy memory and the 2017 Season seems an eternity away. But I do have one thing to battle boredom and that's to delve into the photo files from last year and relive that exciting October week-end when Oklahoma scored another victory over arch-rival, The University of Texas.  This bevy of Sooner beauties (with my lovely granddaughter front and almost center in all crimson and boots) just happened to grace the grounds of our abode long enough to pose for this portrait of exaltation.  Now that I think about it, maybe next year's opening kickoff isn't that far off after all.

Scattered Showers at Sunset

As temperatures drop, and a mist begins to fall, one wonders if early evening can get any better than it does in New Mexico.  Labeled "The Land of Enchantment",  this state lives up to their slogan year round, be it with brilliantly colored sunsets over the mountains or freshly fallen blankets of snow on a challenging ski run.     

"Wanna be best friends?"

As I toured a multi-acre property located in the heart of the expansive Dallas-Ft.Worth Metropolitan area, I formed an unexpected alliance with this bright-eyed barnyard ambassador.  Our newly-formed bond quickly took a turn south, however, when it was discovered I had no treats, snacks or literally anything edible immediately at my finger tips.  Another relationship turned sour.  Damned self-centered goat.

I'm Confused

This sign outside a tattoo parlor is open to questions.  For example, I currently don't have a tattoo. But I might be interested in getting one.  Does this mean I'll need to park elsewhere until I have a tattoo?

The Quartet

One thing you'll learn when in the mountains of Colorado, you can enjoy your early morning cup of coffee, but you better have your camera within easy reach.  In fact, anytime you step outside, no matter the hour, make sure a camera is on the check list..... over your shoulder, in your hand, or next to you as you drive, because the mountains of Colorado are a continuing photo-op.  The validity of this bit of wisdom was confirmed on the deck of a cabin in the mountains, 9 miles  outside of Pagosa Springs.  Mom and the kids just  happened to be munching breakfast goodies when this two-legged intruder stepped out with a mug in one hand and a Nikon in the other.  The result:  a candid capture of wildlife that beckons my return every time I look at this picture.

A Travesty

This shot was taken on the main street running through The Stock Yards in the shadows of downtown Ft. Worth.  This is "Where the West Begins". This is "Deep in the Heart of Texas". Wouldn't you think these clueless clods would have at least had the common decency to litter with Lone Star Beer????

Cruisin' The Gorge

Not far from downtown Taos, as you traverse Highway 64's barren plains with mountains fading in your rearview mirror, there's a bridge in the distance.  As you approach this almost abstract span of girders, bolts and concrete,  you begin to notice cars, roadside vendors, and activity. There are people walking or pausing along this 1,280 ft.  bridge to absorb the vistas.  What you don't realize until you are almost to the bridge itself is a breath-taking drop-off of more than 800 feet where the Rio Grande River winds it's way on a 50 mile route from the Colorado border through Southeast Taos.  To put things in perspective, you could take Dallas' famed Reunion Tower (the building with the ball on top), set it in the gorge and from your perch on the bridge,  you'd be looking down on it.

Too squeamish to encounter  this stomach-churning adventure?  There are access roads that will take you to the floor of the gorge where you can drive for miles along the river experiencing the same rugged beauty but from less stressful vantage points.  Or like the couple caught "riding the river" on waterboards, let the Rio Grande guide you on a picturesque tour between rugged canyon walls. But be forewarned...... there might be white water ahead.

Celebrities

This is not meant as braggadocio, just facts from a guy who's been terribly lucky in a career that's afforded him the opportunity to do something he absolutely loves to do:  take photographs.  And in the course of a photo trek spanning decades, I've had the opportunity to photograph some well-known, individuals.  From Sports..... Dallas Cowboys' Legendary  Bob Lilly; Philadelphia/Chicago/Dallas "Iron Mike" Ditka, Coach Darryl Royal, LPGA Superstar Anika Sorenstrom, and golf legend Charles Coody, the 1971 Master's Champion.  From Showbiz...C&W Renegade Willie Nelson,  The Four Freshman, Las Vegas Headliner Phil Harris; and from Politics, President George W. Bush.

But it's been two recent Celebrity subjects who've had as much effect on me as any of recent memory.

Recognize this one?  It's not an original label, but I like to refer to him as "The Clown Prince of Golf"; David Feherty.  His off-the-wall, impossible-to-script observations are hilarious, whether he's walking the fairway for NBC Sports or sitting in-studio, one-on-one,  interviewing a person of note as part of  his immensely successful "Feherty" show on the Golf Channel.  But the most ingratiating thing about David Feherty is when you're with him off-camera.  Approachable, warm, witty and accommodating....and he was all of these things as both a guest speaker and auctioneer when I photographed him at a recent First Tee tournament to raise funds for this non-profit organization.

If one celebrity wasn't enough for the same First Tee event, add one other:  Everybody's All-American, Jordan Spieth.  On hand to conduct a putting clinic for tournament participants, this Master's 2015 Champion is recognized as one of golf's most proficient putters, so he knows from whence he speaks when it comes to the art of one of golf's most delicate and demanding talents.

But it doesn't take long to realize that one of the games most successful golfers, still in his 20's, isn't adverse to getting in the thick of things.  This became obvious as Jordan put on an apron, along with fellow pro Harrison Frazier, host pro of the Trinity Forest event, and began serving bar-b-que to hungry participants prior to tee-off.  Their combined "Hook  'em Horns" salute left not doubt as to their Longhorn loyalty.

The best, however, was yet to come with a tournament finale that included the auctioning off of a genuine Masters tournament flag signed by every living winner of golf's premier tournament.
And who best to stir up the crowd than the irrepressible Mr. Feherty, utilizing a talented, straight man by the name of Jordan.

The bottom line of all this hilarity was a handsome new wall hanging with a winning bid just north of $24,000, and all credit goes to two of my all-time favorite celebrities, Feherty and Spieth.  And as a final bonus, check out the driver of the cart who volunteered to haul the winning bidder and his spoils safely to his car.... a fitting conclusion to a fantastic tournament thanks to a fabulous duo.

Killer Backpack

One should never take lightly the value of protection; anywhere, anytime.  That's why, even in a casual, open environment like the Santa Fe Farmers Market, you can't be too careful.  This shopper is not relying on "concealed carry" weaponry like we have in Texas.  He's just prepared for any eventuality with a semi-hidden, highly-trained canine should protective or attack services be needed. And don't ever underestimate the old adage " big things comes in small packages" because the next person you encounter just may be "packing chihuahua".  You've been warned.    

Make a U-Turn....QUICK!!!!

In reality, this highway sign was not installed by a macabre road crew representing The Grim Reaper. It was more a case of unfortunate placement denoting a street that ran adjacent and parallel to this country cemetery.  But in a way, it gets one thinking that maybe a "u-turn" in lifestyles might be in order, like cutting down on fats, sugars and white bread.  This photo might even be a candidate for a corporate poster for some of these "fad diets" we see advertised every day.

Inspiring

Recently,  I became associated with The ALS Foundation (Lou Gehrigs Disease), an organization that is working vigorously to generate funds for research to wipe out this debilitating disease.  At one of their major fund raisers of the season, teams comprised of corporate sponsor's personnel vied with one another to see who could raise the most money.  As the final results were announced, a team member of the winning organization draped himself in the ALS Foundation's flag while making a gesture heavenward almost as if to say, "We're gonna beat this with your help?"......I can only pray that this is true.....the sooner, the better.

     

Good To The Last Drop

Although the heat is often stifling on the 4th of July, who's gonna miss the Annual Fourth of July Parade, regardless of the community from which you come?  Especially a treat for the children, this annual patriotic activity is an absolute treasure trove of opportunity for the hardy photographer.  And when it comes to candid captures, just stand by the nearest refreshment stand and snap away as thirsty patriots of all ages make the most of the occasion.

Back After 2 Years

After an absence from the Blogspot community for nearly 24 months, it would appear from an earlier attempted post that I've lost my touch, or possibly even my mind.  I would like to lay blame on a server, a computer,  or even Blogspot itself, but, alas, I fear everything comes back to a condition that any nimrod who's ever used a computer has come down with:  the disastrous User Error.

Hopefully, my love-hate relationship as it pertains to  Blogspot has been overcome long enough where I can now publish a readable, attractive addition to my blog after a two-year hiatus.

My intention is to do one post a day over the next 30 days with narratives and graphics that will be appealing to any one wanting to follow what might come out of this photographers inventory of photos.  At the end of this 30-day period, I hope the habit will be engrained once again to share photos with you on a regular basis.

The beauty of a Colorado autumn is captured on a winding road outside the charming town of Pagosa Springs. Obviously,  there are other seasonal destinations.  Who hasn't marveled at New England's Fall colors, or the Pacific Northwest's State Highway One as it skirts the Pacific Ocean's rugged shoreline bordered by rugged stands of sequoias, pines and cottonwoods? But when you mesh the colors of Colorado forests with Rockie Mountain vistas, you've a combination that's hard to beat.

But there's a visual bonus for those lucky enough to make the trek to Colorado, in that they can route themselves through The Land of Enchantment, and experience the varying landscapes found in New Mexico.  From ancient prairie villages, to missions, to cave dwellings; this is a state that seems to have an endless choice of terrains, attractions and activities. But if rugged, pioneer landscapes aren't on your bucket list, you can go Metropolitan.  Santa Fe is home to a renowned Opera Series each year, or wander the square downtown to shop for Native American jewelry, artifacts and apparel, or stop for a moment and converse with the colorfully garbed Balloon Man at The Farmers Market in the heart of the city.