There is a gentleman in Portland Maine who has a blog named pORT cITY dAILY pHOTO. He was kind enough to mention my blog, more precisely my Sunday Jigsaw Puzzles. He posted this photograph of a jumble of large stones which reminded him of the pieces in a puzzle. He invited us to put them together. The stones themselves might be too heavy so here is an online version. This is for you Birdman.
Tulsa's Riverpark Pedestrian Bridge connects the east and west banks of the Arkansas River.
The former Midland Valley Railroad trestle crossing the Arkansas just south of the 21st Street bridge is now a pedestrian crossing. This allows foot and bicycle traffic to cross while others try their hand at the striped bass which have been introduced into the Arkansas River.
The magnificent Château de Chenonceau in the Loire Vally in France.
A stately manor was built in the place as early as the 10th century and went through several incarnations. The castle was built in its present form in 1513 by Katherine Briçonnet, then made even more attractive by Diane de Poitiers and Catherine de Médicis, and saved from the rigours of the French Revolution by Mrs Dupin. Take the time to read some interesting history in the Chateau's own website. I was there in 2000 with a group from Tulsa Community College.
This is my best friend Smokey. He just turned 10 years old this month. He is a full blooded American Pit Bull Terrier and the most gentle loving dog I have ever had, and I have had a lot of dogs. He is a handsome dark brindle with four white boots and a white blaze on his chest. He came to live with me when he was 8 weeks old. He learned not to jump up on people from the start. He has never been whipped or even yelled at. He has been gently raised and likes to please people.
Any time someone comes to my door Smokey runs to the door and wags his tail expecting that it is a friend who will be glad to see him and rub his ears. He almost never barks and I have only heard his growl one time, at an Ostrich in the Wolaroc game park.
He especially likes children. When he is around a toddler he stands very still so he won't knock them over. If they start pulling his ears he just quietly slips into the bedroom until they leave.
The young 5th grader selected to be one of the school crossing guards has a lot of responsibility. His red shirt and sash signals to everyone that he owns this spot and can stop cars while he safely escorts those who are crossing at his spot. The red shirt is his symbol of authority.
When I was a kid we called these "Flags" but they are rightly called Iris. There are many varieties in all shades of red, yellow, blue and white. Iris grow from rhizomes which multiply and spread underground. Once established they require almost no care. They bloom every spring without fail. The only impediment to immortality is that they eventually get too crowded and need to be thinned out. As a result if you stop to admire the iris in an old lady's garden it would not be uncommon for her to dig up a clump and send it with you. And they smell like grapes.
While I was driving around looking for picturesque old buildings in Tulsa and I encountered this handsome statue of a longhorn steer. It was sitting in the driveway of a small commercial building waiting to be taken somewhere. I expect to see it again, perhaps in front of a good barbecue restaurant.
A pair of Climbing Blaze roses arch across my front porch. They make a great show at this time of year and have a few blooms over the summer. Occasionally a car will stop in the street just to admire them (which pleases me to no end).
Our granddaughter Molly was the acolyte for the Sunday service at Christ Church Episcopal.
She did it all, lit the candles, carried the cross in procession, assisted with communion, and all without a hitch. This was her first time to do it all and we are very proud of her. After the service we all took dinner over to Susan's mother at her retirement home.
Tulsa is not New York City but it has a nice skyline.
I probably post too many pictures of it but every time I look it is different - different light, different angle, different sky. Here it is from the new ballpark. In black and white the shapes stand out in an interesting way.
The Thursday Theme for this week is Think Pink! To find pink at my house I need go no farther than the corner of my garage. This vigorous rose is a Climbing New Dawn. It is a delicate shell pink and has a faint but pleasant rose scent.
This is an amazingly hardy rose. I started this one from a cutting about 15 years ago. My mother was given one of these when I was a boy. She planted it beside a little shed in the back yard and it grew up and over the shed into the alley behind it. Released in 1930, this very healthy climbing rose is a repeat blooming sport of Dr. W. Van Fleet. It blooms profusely in the spring and intermittently over the rest of the year.
All along the east side of my back garden is a row of shrub rose of variety "Knockout". The wooden fence is 5 feet high and the rose is nearly to the top. Knockout is a fairly new variety, extremely disease resistant, vigorous, and long blooming. I planted these about 5 years ago and they have grown to an impenetrable wall of thorn and bloom. Even Smokey is reluctant to crash through to bark at the neighbor's lawn mower.
This photo plus a brief story ran in Friday'sTulsa World.
It seems that the driver of this late model Mercedes had trouble parking in the seventh floor of a downtown Tulsa bank parking garage. Police said the car was in reverse on the other side of the parking garage when the driver's foot got stuck on the gas pedal. He wasn't able to stop before the car crashed through the wall. For those who may have jumped to the wrong conclusion, the driver was a man, not a woman. This photo ran in news papers all over the world.
The Tulsa Driller is a 76-foot-tall (23 m), 43,500-pound (19,700 kg) statue of an oil worker with his right hand resting on an oil derrick. It was originally built in 1953 by the Mid-Continent Supply Company of Fort Worth for the International Petroleum Exposition. Six years later, it was temporarily erected again for the 1959 show. Due to the positive attention it attracted, the company donated the statue to the Tulsa County Fairgrounds Trust Authority which had it permanently installed in front of the Tulsa Expo Center for the 1966 International Petroleum Exposition. The oil derrick under the statue's right hand rests was obtained from a depleted oil field in Seminole, Oklahoma.
To better appreciate the size of the statue, here are Molly and Will sitting on the railing around his left foot.
What is a DCPB? It is a Daily City Photo Blog like this one. This is one of 1207 blogs world wide that post a photo each day in or about a particular city. In this case I post a photo every day in or about Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Retired American Airlines programmer, married to Susan, between us are 8 children and 14 grand children. Attended Wagoner High School, BS from Oklahoma State, MS from University of Tulsa, cradle Episcopalian, my hobbies are photography and tending roses.