There really is a reason Heidi and I love eastern Tennessee. Within minutes of our home in Bristol, we could drive to places like the following and go for long walks without dying from a heat stroke. Long walks in Texas don’t exist in June, unless they are at 4 a.m. So for the sake of sanity, here are some shots from one of our walks, taken in May of 2015.
I took my boys to TrainTopia here in Frisco, which is a miniature train museum. I thought it was a great opportunity to combine two hobbies, photography and trains. The best pictures were those that had the night lighting, giving everything the blue hue.
The layout cost about $1 million to build, and was done so by an oil man, Steve Sanders in his North Dallas home. It was recently moved to Frisco for the museum. It has quite a story and you can read more about it here.
I was down on the Frisco Square again this morning was surprised by all the booths set up for the July 4th celebration. I had to park in the parking garage behind the library, and make my way to the square since it was all blocked off. While in the square, I stopped by one of my favorite stores, En Fuego Cigars since there was no one out front. By closing off the square to traffic, business was dead. So here are some photos in honor of the store, since none of the regular customers can park close enough to visit. If you are in need of a fine cigar, stop by En Fuego.
Running errands on Saturday, I headed down through the Frisco Square to find Jeff Jones, and his son, Foster, cooking up so barbecue for En Fuego Cigars. I wasn’t hungry, but did want to take some pictures. Jeff, a Texas Aggie Class of 1985, didn’t mind helping out a fellow Ag in his hobby.
In these parts, this is a famous sculpture depicting a man representing Christ, washing the feet of the Apostle Peter. It stirs up quite a bit of emotion among evangelicals, because in the original sculpture, you have to get on your knees to see the face of the man representing Christ. In doing so, you are worshiping a bronze representation, while well done, that robs the living and true Christ of His glory.
The problem is, in making an image of Christ, the sculptor and evangelicals who have displayed the image, have broken God’s command against graven images. This command is not against all images, but those that represent God. This sculpture clearly does that, to the point that when I took the picture, I planned on posting the picture with my complaint that evangelicals have no problems with false images of God. Then I realized, by posting the picture of the image of a man representing Christ, I was committing the same sin. So I removed that portion of the sculpture.
It may not be as interesting. But I happen to believe that when Jesus told us that if we loved Him, we would keep His commands, which clearly includes not making images of Him.
UPDATE: Well, I’ve been corrected. The motorcycle in the following pictures is NOT a Harley Davidson. A deacon from my church has gently told me that it s a Honda Valkyrie. “To the untrained eye, it easy to miss,” he said. My eye is clearly untrained in this regard.
Driving through Frisco last week, I got this shot and didn’t realize how much I liked it until I uploaded it to the computer.
I took these while waiting to for my Uber app to go off and let me know there were some riders in the area.
From the archives, March 2015…just a reminder of where we would like to go if the way be made clear.
This place seemed like it would be a great backdrop for bridal pictures.
Every morning, except Tuesday and Friday, when I attempt to fast… the key word “attempt.”
Dang… it’s Tuesday again.
Andy and I were watching Joey play baseball when we saw the car pull into the parking lot. It was clearly unique. He wanted to grab his phone and take his pictures, but since I had my camera, we agreed to use mine since the picture quality is better.
We were not sure what kind of car it was, but upon some research, it turns out to be a 1936 Auburn Boattail. It is given that name because of the unique trunk (see the pictures below). Upon further research, I found out that the 1936 Auburn runs any where between $550,000, which is what one sold for on Sotheby’s, and $895,000 on Hemmings. When I told Andy the Sotheby’s price, he immediately realized it cost the same as a Ferrari. I told him I would rather have the Auburn. He agreed.
The picture of the fender and gas cap was taken by Andy.
