Asleep at the Wheel....

As my photography "career" has progressed I've been blessed by good fortune and friends in being able to do "concert" photos for people ranging from Willie Nelson, Gary P. Nunn and Stoney Larue [twice].

Last Saturday, at the Celebration of the Arts, I had the opportunity to be onstage with one of my long favorite groups.....Asleep at the Wheel. And through a mutual friend to be able to spend an hour or so with their founder and 9 time Grammy Award winner, Ray Benson. I like interesting people, and Ray is certainly one of those. But the real thrill is being onstage with such talented people with mega woofers woofing while standing next to the drummer while he's drumming out some of my favorite Asleep at the Wheel tunes. It doesn't get much better...

Neither rain, nor hail, nor tornados, nor floods....

The US Postal Service gets maligned too much. Sure they've had their problems, but they have a huge job....and they are a government agency so, all in all, I think they do pretty well. In my experience, they've done just as well with fragile or sensitive parcels as has UPS or especially Fed-Ex.

Yesterday in Midland was one of those days I would have expected the Postal Service to suspend their sacred oath for just one afternoon. With floods, a tornado sighted, and skull denting hail about, it was pretty dangerous outside. In fact one woman was killed when swept away in her car. But.....at almost the usual time, there was Art the Postman delivering the mail with a smile. Art has been the postman in our neighborhood for decades and provides exemplary and personal service. In fact, he was the postman at my other residence, knows I moved and where, and brings my mail to me while the "offical" mail transfer is in progress.

Hail to you Art!

Change is Good..

Not only has this blog moved to a new location, thanks to Blogger no longer hosting ftp accounts through my own server, but other big changes have occured recently also.

I have a new home, a new dog and a new 30 year old Swedish girl friend. Well, actually I only have a new home and a new dog; the Swedish girl is wishful thinking.

Since my Mother moved to a retirement community, our old family home has been vacant. I had been planning on moving back into the house that I grew up in but dreading the work involved to do so. A timely and economically advantageous offer to buy my home on Bedford suddenly appeared and so the choice was made, and I'm glad it was. Moving is my definition of "hell" and it was an ordeal, but it's mostly done now, except for some unpacking and it was a good decision.

I had been intending to get another "rescue" dog after I moved in, so the present dog and a new one could meet on the neutral turf of a new house. But, sometimes our plans are intercepted by reality. During the initial stages of the move, I encountered a dog in need at a Midland High baseball game and so I acquired "Daisy". Another great thing for she now has a good home, and the senior dog "Daphne" has a pal. Amazing, in that Daphne has never cared much for other dogs, but took to Daisy like she was her own puppy. All is well now in the new home!

The new home....

The new dog.....Daisy