Infrared: Abandoned House

An old place surrounded by old trees lends itself to infrared images. 

(Beautifully post-processed by Nik's  Silver Efex.)

F14: A Relevant Little Airfield

      A little airport, founded in 1946, sits at Lat/Long north 33 degrees, 56.86 minutes / west 98 degrees, and 36.97 minutes, elevation 1005 feet MSL, near the town of Iowa Park in North Texas.

     Most airplanes at Wichita Valley Airport are small (big on fun, though), such as RVs, Cubs, Pitts, Extras, and home-built. There are at least two helicopters that I've seen so far, including the emergency helicopters from the hospital popping in for some aviation fuel at a reduced price. On the field, too, there is a crop-dusting company with two or three Air Tractors.

     The aviation community there gather en masse on most weekends to fly or mess around with their aircraft. They are a friendly bunch who gather at Pat's home every Sunday for the "Prior Meeting," that is, "prior to supper at the Thai Orchid" meeting.

     Brian at his blog speaks of their friendliness one day when he stopped by for a burger:

     http://brainsflight.blogspot.com/2007/06/wichita-valley-airport-f14-thank-you.html

     In the fall, the airport hosts the "Pumpkin Plummet." Cubs and 172s -- even the twin engine Piper on the field -- fly the pattern and drop pumpkins at a target on the grass.

     MyMrMallory and I flew over the field today and snapped a couple of shots. Here is one of the photos taken from the west.

For more information about Wichita Valley Airport, click here.

     Wichita Valley Airport foments the aviation culture in the Wichita Falls area, and reflects its rich history in aviation.

Update: Unsatisfied with the images we had taken, MyMrMallory again flew the helicopter for another attempt, this time from 2,500' MSL. Below are some of the images I took.

      View of F14 from the south. Grass runway 4 is to the left. The location of the original terminal is at lower right. A couple of old hangars now serve as workshops. Lore has it that an airplane sits still in one of those hangars, once totaled by a flood in that corner of the airfield.

The view from the northeast shows grass runway 22. 

      My favorite image so far. (I say "so far" because MyMrMallory still wants to make another attempt at an angle from the top.) The small grass runway to the left is 16; to the right, paved runway 13.

Coluber Constrictor

   A young one, slithering farther inside its den, away from two (also young) men 

gathering stones in a wheat field. 

Collared Lizard in the Grass

Barn Owl Mom and Nestlings

Three nestling barn owls, and another egg (bottom right in image).

Festus and His New Friends

       Time came when MyMrMallory purchased a forlorn parcel of land, dried up by the drought, overtaken by mesquite, abandoned.
     
       And on it, a horse fended for itself, all alone, finding fetid water to drink in the diminishing ponds, and some native grasses to eat, whatever could grow with little rain. Subsequently, Clay came upon the horse, and recognized it as one he had known on that old, abandoned ranch years ago. He had named the horse, "Festus," for its recurring festers.

       Clay brought his own horses to that abandoned parcel of land, and Festus joined them. They are a sight to see, for this city gnome, they always are. Today, they surrounded my truck as I visited them. How I wished to have some nibbles to give to them! Festus slowly approached, dear horse, and I promised myself to stop by the shop for some morsels to bring him.

This is Bird, I think, who began his life as "Thunderbolt," 

later changed to "Thunderbird," and finally to "Bird."

The colt Clay owns for his children to ride. 

I like the reflection of the sun bouncing from the silver paint on the hood onto its cheeks.

Sniffing for food in the bed of the truck, or just characteristically curious.

"Did you find any food?" "No, did you?"

They came to my window to sniff my hand.

And this is Festus, the golden horse shown below. 

He is in better shape now, under Clay's care.

The other horses treat him gently.

(Apologies for cutting their ears off; iPhone photo 

so I couldn't compose very well in the bright sunlight, unable to see the screen.)

Clasping-leaved Coneflower

    The name "clasping," means that the leaves "partially clasp the stem."

Ye Ol' Covered Up Barn

     While surreptitiously crouching around attempting to remain hidden from the Wilson's phalaropes, avocets, and Great Blue heron, I came upon a very, very old barn. At some time along the way, someone covered up the old wooden walls with corrugated zinc, preparing my canvas for today (who cleverly, if I may say so myself, carried my infrared camera along with my binoculars).

Texas Bindweed

Convulvulus equitans.

Goatsbeard

   

        Another lovely bloom at this time of year, the Goatsbeard, Tragopogon; my Wildflowers of Texas and my Horton's Third tell me that this flower was introduced from Europe, is native there, in North Africa, and in Asia, and that it has now become "wild" in the United States. 

Sandbell

Horned Lizard Among Flowers

Foxglove, page 290, Wildflowers of Texas, by Geyata Ajilvsgi. 

Sandy Brazoria, page 254, Wildflowers of Texas.

Powderpuff, page 248, Wildflowers of Texas; Pink Sensitive Brier, page 116, Texas Wildflowers, A Field Guide by Campbell and Lynn Loughmiller.

Green Milkweed, page 14, Wildflowers of Texas.

Prickly Pear, page 80, Texas Wildflowers, revised edition.

Hedgehog Cactus, page 70, Texas Wildflowers.

Crameria, page 254, Wildflowers of Texas.

Basketflower, page 306, Wildflowers of Texas.

The yuccas begin to flower.

       Near the plants shown above, I spotted a horned lizard, naturally, the only sojourn from my truck without my camera. After dashing to retrieve my camera, I returned to look for the horned lizard, but doggies and I spooked him under some yucca plants -- as we thundered up the hill, excitedly. Remembering General McArthur's words I say, "We shall return," camera in hand! 

       Also seen on this day: collared and prairie lizards.

Teals and Shovelers

Infrared Puffs of Clouds

A Long Way to Climb

        A tiny and white insect on the petal of a sunflower.

Beads of Moisture on a Sunflower

Images of the volunteer sunflower in my garden. 

Locoweed Look-a-like

   

Stiff-stem Flax

Owl's Mansion

      A pair of barn owls nest in the old house. Evidence points to several years, perhaps at least a decade, of them nesting there, in one of the closets. I checked in on them today. They have two nestlings now. Fortunately, Lila will send pictures to South Plains Wildlife Rehabilitation Center for advice on how to care for the owls while they grow and then can leave the house. For now, we put a chain and a lock on the gate to the property, and a No Trespassing sign. Note the mouse at mama owl's feet. Eek.

Blooming Bok Choy

     I knew already when I placed these bok choy on my floor for a photograph that I would not eat them for supper, choosing instead to continue to admire their blooms. As soon as I put them down, from seemingly out of nowhere, my twenty-two year old Dachsund -- that ol' bag of bones -- shot toward the bok chou, grabbed one and ran off with it, chewing as he escaped. I managed to salvage what he left for a photograph, below.