It was a dark and windy night, the wind whistling through the trees, stripping them of the few leaves left clinging after the summer drought; a haunting and eerie night with temperatures falling from an Indian Summer 78 to a dead of night 35. The moon, in its waxing glory, dances quietly behind swiftly fleeing clouds. Autumn has descended with great fanfare, late though it has been, but welcome nonetheless.
[Written November 2nd]
I love Autumn because the colors are so vibrant from ground to sky. Autumn, the time of harvest and of thanksgiving. Cooler crisp weather settles in, campfires smell better, and time to rake leaves and jump in the middle. It’s also time for pumpkins, squash, haystacks and bales and corn stalks, witches, ghosts and magic. I love Hallowe’en; it’s probably my favorite “holiday” of the year, just because it’s so fun – adults and kids alike can put on costumes and be anyone we’d like, our fantasy persona exposed for one day of the year. But, seeing a pumpkin patch filled with pumpkins and squash, I don’t know, it’s just seeing the vividness of orange sitting in a brown field, or sent to a “pumpkin patch” where they are scattered hither and yon on a green field of grass. To me there is something really exciting about that. Large, medium and small pumpkins, the smell of a real wood fire mixed with the cinnamon-y taste and smell of hot apple cider, added to a cool, clear, crisp day filled with the sounds of children’s laughter. Okay, call me a romanticist. It doesn’t bother me. It’s what I grew up with, what I remember, and what I try to re-discover each year.
A shoe view of some of the pumpkins. (Left)
I don’t know who this dad and daughter are, but they were just too darned cute! (Right)
I love stingrays! Especially their underside. To me they look like happy angels.
The State Fair of Texas at Fair Park has a revamped children’s aquarium that has a “hands on” exhibit with horseshoe crab, rock lobsters and other non-venomous water creatures that can be touched. Then, in an outside, but covered area are the sharks and stingrays, the latter which can be hand fed and touched. After the tragedy that involved Steve Irwin several years ago, I have been a bit leery about touching a stingray, but these were harmless because they did not have their stingers. Little characters, they would jockey for the right to get touched and to take shrimp out of your hand. Pushing and shoving, along with squabbling, the largest wasn’t always the winner in the “battle”, but the “conflict reminded me a lot of a rugby scrum in chaos.
And then there was the “ham”. The one stingray that had to show off at the window. One of the larger stingrays in the tank, “he” wanted to be noticed [I don't know if it was a he or she, but for ease of speech I am using the male pronoun] and made no bones about it, bobbing up and down and back and forth, swimming in a circle around the tank, and then coming back to bob up and down at the window again. It was like he was begging to have his photo taken. So, I did. And I got him in a position that said to me, “I am happy to see you, and I love you THIS much.”. It was a great experience, and left me feeling upbeat.
On Monday, October 3rd, 2011, a chemical plant in Waxahachie, Texas, caught fire setting off numerous explosions. The dark plume from this fire could be seen 30 miles away in Dallas. From a second story bedroom we could see the plume, which at the time – right after the explosion -looked like a tornado, except that the only cloud in the sky at the time was that from the plume. We live not quite 20 miles away.
Grabbing up my camera we took off to take photos and see the fire. For quite a while it continued to look like a tornado, but the closer we got to Waxahachie where the plant was located, the more the plume began to widen. Toxic fumes could be smelled from about 10 miles away.
Of course, there were lots of observers and television and radio stations broadcasting live, but this was an opportunity I hadn’t had before. The last chemical fire I had seen was from a barge that had exploded in the middle of the Mississippi River when I was a kid. Exciting back then, but what I remember most about that is that my father had his heart attack about that time.
Eighty five people worked in this plant and numerous emergency personnel responded to the fire. Amazingly, the only casualty of the fire, besides the plant itself, was a $1.5 million firetruck when it was consumed by chemicals and caught fire.
I don’t have lenses long enough to take super closeup photos, so this was pretty much as close as I was able to get with what I have. Given how strong the chemical smell, I am happy with the photos I got. Certainly not journalistic worthy, but I am satisfied with the photos I got. It was a great experience and I’m glad I was granted an opportunity to take some photos.
An opportunity, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, shouldn’t be missed if possible. You never know what you can learn or where it can lead you.

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It’s hot. Actually, it’s scorching hot. Thirty days in a row of temps 100 degrees or more and it is just July 31st. Six more weeks of Summer and this coming week our temps are heading toward the 110 degree mark. To add to the misery, we’ve had no appreciable rain since May.
Texas is in an extreme drought situation. Our ground is so parched it is visibly cracked. Fires have been rampant across the state, burning thousands of acres of grasslands and forests as well as homes. Cattle are dying for lack of feed and water and many of the rest have had to be sold. Rivers, lakes, and ponds are drying up and the States’ water table is declining. I heard on the news a few days ago that the way the drought is going Texas could soon become the world’s 7th largest desert. That is quite easy to believe.
I don’t “do” heat well. For me, that means that taking photos right now has been very hard. Other photographers may do okay with heat, but I just can’t spend much time outside, especially in th esun, attempting to get decent photos of, well, anything really. Even standing in the shade to take photos is not comfortable. The best I have been able to do this summer is take lots of photos of the dogs and sunflowers. The dogs, who usually enjoy spending time outdoors, now just want to go out, do their business, and come back in. I don’t blame them.
And so, until this heat pattern breaks I am bound to be frustrated without my one creative outlet. Pray for rain, pray for cooler temperatures.
Tin Woodsman: What have you learned Dorothy?
Dorothy: Well, I – I think that it – it wasn’t enough to just want to see Uncle Henry and Auntie Em – and it’s that – if I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t go looking any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with! Is that right? -From “The Wizard of Oz“
Dorothy’s adventures in the Land of Oz came from a vivid imagination, boredom, and discontent that often mirrors our own. We are always looking for something to spice up our lives, give us an adventure or two; the grass is always greener on the other side, so off we go in search of something bigger or better, more satisfying and rewarding.
As photographers, we are no different. Camera bag and paraphernalia in hand, we load up our vehicles, fill them with gas, and off we go, sometimes long distances, to capture that one photo that might be more satisfying and rewarding [personally or financially] than what we have already seen. I have been just as guilty in the past, and probably will be just as guilty sometime in the future. But, like Dorothy, I have come to realize that many of my great photos [well, great to me, anyway] have been shot in my own back yard, so to speak, most within five to ten miles of my driveway. Oh, certainly they have not been the majesty of the Rockies, or the icy cold of Alaska’s glaciers or the humid banana groves of Costa Rico.
I no longer have the funds or the opportunities to travel to those kinds places so I am really glad that I was able to get some nice photos on those travels. However, now that I am limited, I am finding that I am rediscovering that thing that I had “lost” – the sights and scenes that are in my own “back yard”. Like many that are only able to afford “stay-cations”, I am discovering the personality of the towns around where I live as well as the town that I live in not to mention some hidden “gems”‘.
Last week I “discovered” one of those gems in Rogers Wildlife Rehabilitation Center for “injured, sick, or orphaned birds of all types” in Hutchins, Texas when I transported a bird to them from the Tri-City Animal Shelter [where I volunteer whenever I can] here in Cedar Hill. I did not have my camera with me at the time but I did ask about being able to come back and take photos of some of the birds and was told that it would be fine. I am looking forward to going out there sometime in the near future [when it is NOT so hot] and taking some photos, especially of the peacocks that are just roaming around.
Sometimes staying in your own back yard and discovering the hidden gems can be as rewarding as traveling across and around the country or even out of the country. Yes, definitely, getting the chance to travel to “exotic” places is rewarding, and gives a lifetime of memories, but even though you think you know all about where you live, oft times there is more to be discovered, more to be found.
All we have to do is look.
Live today as though you have never experienced it before, because you haven’t. Be amazed and awed by all around that you see; look at everything as though you were a toddler seeing something for the first time. What is there before us at any given moment of time is brand new and fleeting; you will never see it again, as life evolves and is a gift from God. Never take anything for granted, for what you have now may be gone in an instant. Listen to the sounds around you, the sights before you, the ground below you, and the heavens above. Celebrate the moment. What you see and hear you will never see and hear again.