The Little Rose That Could

I bought Heidi some roses on one of our trips to Trader Joe’s, and as she was putting them in a vase, the following rose fell off its stem. She left it on the counter, not planning on doing anything with it. I saw it, and put in a shot glass. The little rose ended up lasting long after the others and led to the following picture.



 

Date Morning

Instead of going out to eat, we go out to shop, since we eat much better at home than we do at the local restaurants. Our Saturday morning dates are becoming a tradition, a stop at Starbucks for coffee, shopping at Trader Joe’s for the essentials (chocolate and wine), and gas in the Murano in preparation for Sunday’s worship. We like traditions.





 

Babe’s Chicken

In my need for texture, I present Babe’s Chicken. Those who follow my blog know that I live in the Frisco, TX area, a city that is only 12 minutes old. Everything is new. Well, almost everything. Given that, the new stuff seems to look all the same after a while and I needed some texture. I needed something that was weathered and has stood the test of time. That is why I walked over to Babe’s Chicken. While the restaurant is not very old, the building is full of character. I didn’t go inside. I probably can’t afford it. So the outside will have to do.









 



 

Class Project

While substituting an outdoor education class at an area high school, I had to give an assignment where the students went outside to take pictures of the area plant life, animals, and insects using the Seek app on their phones. I loaded it up on my phone as well, and decided to see how many samples of plants I could find. While I was only using my iPhone, and the app, which renders most of the pictures rather narrow, I did get a few shots I thought I would share with you.

As for the names of the plants below: weeds, bushes, and grasses will have to do. I’m too lazy to look in the app to see the names and type them out. I will say that on the first day I took a picture of the beetle, it was a fiery searcher beetle. The next day, it turned into a green fig beetle. Not sure how that happened. But I guess the app is a bit hit and miss.







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Retired from Service

I’ve been an amateur photographer since 1976 when I saved up my money and bought a Canon Ftb. With the exception of being a professional for the Texas A&M yearbook staff in the late 1980s, and few sports gigs for newspapers, I’ve maintained my amateur status. I have taken easily a hundred thousand photos. Most of those were usable for the moment, many of them good, a few of them that were great and one or two that made me step back and wonder how I did that. I’m not sure why, but the two photos of the firetruck below fall into that last category. I was truly surprised at how well they turned out.

Part of the reason for that was that I was surprised when I found the firetruck. The discovery began when I grew tired of the modernism of Frisco, which I’ve mentioned before, and spotted Babe’s Chicken next to the Heritage Museum. The Heritage Museum is nothing to look at, given its newness, but Babe’s Chicken had enough character to get my attention. The building has been around for a while.

I walked around Babe’s taking shots, and then spotted a sidewalk and another building with even more character next to Babe’s. I immediately moved in that direction, taking pictures. It was an old garage and I spotted a beautiful old firetruck inside. It was spotless. I started looking for a way to take some pictures, and spotted a missing board in the side of the garage. The gap left just enough room for me to get my camera inside to snap a few pictures. I hope you like them as much as I do.



 



 

Frisco Doors

In my earlier post Ugly Fountain, I commented that everything is new in Frisco, which means it lacks character. However, that newness worked in this case. Whereas my first post on Doors, was a post of older doors, this one is on new doors. I’m drawn to them because of their bright colors.

If you look closely, you can see I’ve included a self portrait.