scribblings from historic downtown McKinney, Texas: altered art, local color, flora, fauna, cemeteries, irrational commentary, improbable-and-unlikely diy home projects
It’s a holiday weekend, but it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like disaster waiting to happen. It’s hurricane season, and New Orleans residents are evacuating as Category 4 “Gustav” bears unswervingly toward them. Emergency services in North Texas are in 24 hour operating mode. Thirty thousand individually packaged meals are stacked in readiness, shelters […]
One of the few teardowns I’ve been in favor of was this old dump located between two stately multi-story Victorian homes. Despite a somewhat sloppy attempt to revive the place last year, it couldn’t creep past its status of “eyesore”. It was finally razed last week.
I got to thinking about the personal “dumps” in […]
“ancient” grafitti: Oak Cliff (Dallas), TX, circa 1990.
This was the beginning of the cell phone era, as I recollect, and there were a lot of transmitting towers being built around “The Cliff”. You can see the Dallas skyline with the Hyatt Regency Hotel (the “big ball on a stick”) and transmission towers at either […]
I met a one-eyed caterpillar on the way to town yesterday. He was a fierce looking creature, and carried many scars of past encounters with steel beams, concrete chunks, and other industrial birds who’d thought their feathered appendages would allow them to swoop off with an easy meal. Sometimes a cumbersome bulk can work to […]
One of the few things I miss about living in Dallas is finding and photographing grafitti. I rarely see any in McKinney. Every once in a while though, I do spy something, like this face on a trash bin.
I’m inspired by how many people can do a project every day. I hadn’t planned on doing a card-a-day project yet, but since the heat has me mostly hibernating indoors, and since the smell of the paint on the outside of the house deters me from painting on the inside, I’ve started doing a few […]
The smell of freshly ground and brewing beans may sound like an invitation as it winds its way up your nostrils. It’s not. Burt’s Bad Bird is watching you, just past the wooden gate topped by barbed wire. He is fierce. He is wise. He was Dead-Eye Dick in a former life. So keep on […]
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