Little Harold Sanders

“Good bye Mama! Good bye Papa!

Jesus is calling and I must go.

Come to me as soon as you can

For we do love each other so.”

– inscription on base of statue

It was a very hot (100+º F) day, and I was driving around with the air conditioning blasting, looking for some photo possibilities. I came upon a cemetery I had not visited before and drove in. It was rather desultory and not very interesting. But on my way to the gate, I came upon young Sanders. I lowered the passenger window and grabbed this image without even leaving my air-conditioned car (lazy, but comfortable).

Freight Train At Dusk

Black And White Photography, Don, Photography

“Freight train, freight train goin’ so fast

Please don’t tell what train I’m on

So they won’t know where I’ve gone”

– Peter, Paul, and Mary

Few things can conjure up romantic thoughts of wandering as a freight train passing by at dusk. This train of tank cars was out of Houston and heading southwest to parts unknown.

Wetland Deck

Black And White Photography, Don, Photography

The mainland side of Galveston Island is a wonderful wetland rife with wading birds and waterfowl of all sorts. Everything increases at least fourfold in spring as migrators heading back north stop on the island to refuel after an arduous crossing of the Gulf of Mexico from their winter quarters in South America. This observation deck is one of several available that allow folks to enjoy both the birds and the wetlands vista.

Deer In The lens

Black And White Photography, Don, Photography

A young mule deer. We surprised each other at the edge of a woods in a state park in Missouri. The deer stood and stared at me long enough for me to bring my camera up and grab this shot. Then it turned and bounded away.

Look At Me !

Black And White Photography, Don, Photography

“Tra la! It’s May!
The lusty month of May!”
– Camelot by Lerner & Loewe
When it is spring a young bird’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. In this instance the bird is a great egret in full breeding plumage. This elegant bird’s image was captured at a breeding rookery at High Island on the Upper Texas Gulf Coast.

Frog On A Stick

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This little guy was no bigger than my thumb and just hanging around on this stalk of reed. It was taken one year in the late spring at Brazoria National Wildlife Preserve, one of a number of wonderful nature preserves along the Upper Gulf Coast of Texas.

Fly Fishing

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Merrily in the brooklet clear,
Swim the bright fishes far and near,
– Friedrich Fröbel

Bennet Springs State Park in the middle of Missouri has a trout-stocked creek, and when the season opens it seems to be wall-to-wall fishermen. While this looks like two lone folks wetting flies in blissful solitude, outside the frame there are fly fishermen wherever one looks.

Beauty’s Essence

Black And White Photography, Don, Photography

What gives us more joy than flowers? The color. The fragrance. The pure delight of a garden of blooms and blossoms of many hues massed together to pleasure our senses. But for all that, a single bloom brings forth a simple elegance that is to be appreciated in a quieter way. And when photographing that single flower, the very simplicity of a black and white image provides a totally different appreciation. We see the elegant curves of the blossom, the soft, velvety texture, the complete delicacy of its design. Without the color to distract us, we see the essence of the flower.

Withered Pennywort

Black And White Photography, Don, Photography

At one time this pennywort was elegant and beautiful. Alas, time has marched on, and the pennywort has felt its ravages. Now it is withered and marcescent and just so much detritus in the pond.

Party Palace

Black And White Photography, Don, Photography

No matter your celebration, make it party time at Taqueria Leon. Conveniently located down by the railroad tracks, I know this fine establishment would be perfect for your company party or your daughter’s quinceanera. You might look at this worn-out old place and think, “Oh my, not for me.” But somehow I suspect that the folks here have more fun than do the folks at the local country club.