Reunion Tower

The haze around Dallas and the post-processing in Niks software gave this image

the look of an old postcard. I used a 45mm lens from Mamiya and a Nikon D800.

Soda Dispenser and Trash Receptacle

Barn Owl Up Close

      I experienced an extraordinary encounter with four grown barn owls at MissusParkey's house. I thought they had grown up and left to live happy barn owl lives elsewhere; instead, they remain cozily living where they hatched. Above, I show one of the owls posturing as I stood close by, lens up, frantically adjusting the settings on my camera for a proper exposure. 

Curves

Father and Son

Stopping in for a bite to eat.

Crosses by the Road

A Dog Named Mojo

The Wondrous Occasion of Releasing Six Screech Owls

      Wild Bird Rescue released six screech owls yesterday. I was delighted to be there.

June and Angeli opened the crate.

A crate full of owls.

Angeli released the owls.

A free owl.

Katherine passed around her hat and collected 

from a generous public funding for the organization.

Old, Contented Hound

My twenty-two year old returning from his daily morning stroll.

MoNTH's History in Art

   The Museum of North Texas History opened a marvelous exhibit. The artists submitted paintings inspired by the history of the area. Below I show pictures I took during opening night of the paintings that they will display in front of the building. Other paintings in the exhibit were just as exquisite and fascinating. Both MyMrMallory and I bought paintings from local artists.

Oil Pump at Sunset, by Karyl Barbosa, 10 x 8, oil. 

Texas Legend, Linda Rust, 28 x 22, oil.

Doan's Crossing, by Carolyn Kressenberg, 24 x 36, oil.

The poster for the event, designed by Debby, was artistic, too.

Clint Finley played during the evening. 

The museum's mission statement was on display, too. They certainly do inspire!

Astute Horse

     Bird, an astute horse, is known to open gates to let himself in, or out, and lets cattle out on the roads, frustrating his owner, foreman Clay. So it did not surprise me to see Bird kicking an old silo to release the stored grain, clever as he is.

Bird kicks the wall of the old grain storage.

Grain seeps through the holes in the oxidized metal. I hope they do not get sick.

Bird.

Most horses are astute. Above, Bird's buddy 

sniffs inside MyMrMallory's ol' jalopy in search for munchies.

Storms for Weeks

    Storms can run across Texas as hard as a bowling ball. The lightning is impressive. Lightning strikes hugely, swiftly, brightly, and loudly. I know storm chasers' passion cannot allow them to remain at home under dry, warm roofs.

Ben Jacobi posted his storm chasing experience at his site. Do take a look. 

Broken at Five Thousand

    What a grand afternoon in the air, flying upward through the broken clouds, to reach an altitude at which H.-P. and I could practice flying the Bonanza.
    My main lessons: In climbing, (2700 RPM to 25 RPM) lean mixture, reduce prop and throttle, in that order; to descend, (2300 RPM to 2000 RPM) reduce throttle, props, enrichen with mixture, in that order. To establish best rate of climb and best angle of climb: I discovered how the nose looks in relation to the horizon. We also practiced maneuvering at slow speeds, turning 45-degrees, left to right, up to the point at which the plane felt mushy at the controls.
     At one glorious point, H.-P. took the controls so that I could take the image below with my iPhone. These times, when I can look out the window to see the view from 4,000 feet, exemplify the joy of flight.

Moss in Dry Pond

Zoom Under Spring Clouds

     My zoom to Fort Worth on Highway 281 proved visually intriguing. Flowers: Myriad, colorful; Skies: Cloudy with storms in the distance, bright white, dark colors, grays.

For miles I had the highway to myself . . . 

. . . except for the occasional truck . . . 

. . . I managed to have the good luck to drive between storms . . .

Hurrah for rain in the countryside!

Freedom For Vultures

    Wild Bird Rescue released two vultures yesterday. These were two Black vultures that a farmer from Bowie, Texas, brought to the rescue center, after the parents were killed by power lines. (Don't get me started with power lines!) The event attracted the attention of the local media.

Pre-rain Skies

Missus Parkey's House

We have a long way to go to save this poor thing. The roof is caving in, so it has become our priority.

Combines Harvesting: A Primer

     At this time of year, combines begin harvesting grain, beginning in Texas, and work their way into Oklahoma, Kansas, and farther north.

Combine harvesting wheat. See Wikipedia's interesting explanation of combines.

         When the combine's grain tank is full, the tractor catches up, driving under the cylinder that will deliver the wheat into the trailer it pulls.

      Driving side by side, the combine delivers wheat grain into the trailer; at the same time, it continues to reap, thresh, and winnow. The trailer, once full, transports the wheat to trucks waiting on the field.

Eventually, the waiting trucks, full of wheat, rumble off the field and drive to a grain storage site.

At the storage site, a probe suctions some of the wheat for testing.

The driver turns the knob to open the truck's containers. The wheat falls between the bars . . . 

. . . goes through the door at the bottom of the receptacle . . . 

. . . and is transported by this elevator to the top of the storage silos.

Close-up view of the grain silos.

The grain that missed falling through the bars is swept into the receptacle. 

A bucket full of the test grain also goes into storage.

MyMrMallory drove into the wheat field to get a closer view of the combines.

Sunset at Sandy's

On our way home, Ronda and I stopped for photos of other picturesque scenes.