Thursday, August 21, 2014

On the road again....

Old Bridge in OK
I guess David and I are starting a new tradition.  Last August just about this time we got into the car and headed toward Oklahoma.  After several turns we found ourselves at the Arkansas Diamond Mine Park.  We had a delightful time digging for diamonds.  We came home sweaty, sun burned and none the richer but we had a grand adventure.

David at Beaver's Bend
This year we packed an overnight bag and headed north once again without an idea of where we might end up.  First order of business was lunch at Beaver's Bend State Park on the deck looking toward the river. We dipped our feet in the frigid water and enjoyed the sun on our backs and the birds of prey circling above our heads above the butte.

After lunch, David's homing device automatically turned east and headed for the mountains in Arkansas.  After traveling the roads less chosen by others who were on the interstate, we ended up traveling north on Hwy. 71 up to Mountainburg, Arkansas.  It is a beautiful stretch of road. Then the lure of a beautiful sunset lead us to Winslow and a charming bed and breakfast that looked to be an old motor court.  Winslow is at the top of Mount Gaylor in the Boston Mountains which are a part of the Ozark mountain range.

That night after everyone else was in bed we crept out of the cabin and went to an old tower area and took our first pictures of the stars in the heavens.  Unfortunately, I left the instructions on how to do such a feat on my desk in Paris so we had to wing it until we got what we thought were awesome images. We played until after midnight and the clouds took over the night sky.

After just a few hours sleep, we were up before sunrise and drove to Artist's Point to try and capture the mist in the valley.  It was lovely.

Sunrise over the Boston Mountains with my cell phone
I am so glad I am married to someone who loves to photograph as much as I do! It was a fun trip but we were two tired old people ready to get back home and sleep in our own bed!

Catholic Church on top of mountain
Old bar on the way home in OK

Old Vista Court Sign

Thursday, August 7, 2014

1974 Class of DCHS 40th High School Reunion

40 years.  How can it be 40 years since I graduated from high school?  The class of 1974 from Denver City High School graduated when Gerald Ford pardoned Nixon and the Vietnam deserters, Patricia Hurst was kidnapped and Mama Cass died, work began on the Alaskan pipeline and the price of gas began its continuous upward spiral. Streakers ran fast across football fields and Oscar stages.  Young Frankenstein, Blazing Saddles, The Orient Express and The Great Gatsby were favorite date night movies.  We chose Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce as our class song. It seems so long ago and yet it also seems as if it were just yesterday that we walked across that graduation stage and out of one another's lives.

At our reunion one topic of discussion was how many of us started first grade together.  There were a lot.  People seemed to stay put more when we were young although we had some wonderful people move in and out of our class during our 12 year stint.  As I looked across the room at the gathering of my peers, I was filled with memories about each and everyone of my classmates.  Some people I knew immediately and others I could have walked next to them in the mall and never have guessed I knew them in another life. Overall, everyone looked damn good for being almost 60. I was a little worried about being overweight, grey haired and currently unemployed. Those things really didn't seem to matter.

I missed the ones not there like Ted Albritton, Mike Andrews, Marvin Beard, Lisa Blalock, Nell Blevins, Guy Bounds, Paula Bragg, Neita Brian, Mike Bridges, Randy Bruton, Sabrina Cain, Roma Carnes, Daniel Carr, Mike Carson, Beth Covington, Mark Cox, David Criswell, Tony Cruz, Kenneth Cummings, Melinda Cunningham, Rodney Deaton, Shirley Dodd, Phyllis Baker, Kent Eudy, Jan Fore, Gary Freeman, Rocky Fulbright, Ellen Fuller, Keith Funderburk, Anna Belle Grubbs, Perry Ham, Gary Harris, Jackie Henson, David Heyen, Gloria Hinkle, Nancy Hinson, Nubbin Holland, Butch Jividen, Bryan Lambeth, Gary Lehnert, Steve Lundy, Lynn McCutchen, Wes McDaniels, Cynthia Martin, Mark Mead, David Miller, Milton Minchew, David Mobley, Brenda O'Neal, Charlotte Overstreet, Juarez Panisset, Jerry Provence, Linda Rice, Buster Rich, Rudy Rivas, Lenny Roberson, Lupe Rodriquez, Jack Savage, John Singleton, Fletchter Smith, Melissa Smith, Richard Smith, Sherrie Stockman, James Suggs, Robert Thomas, Debbie Thornton, Johnny Torres, Brenda Trantham, Kathy Tredaway, Roger Tucker, Dan Vernon, Ester Wagley, Donna Webber, Shelia Williams, Sheree Windham and last but certainly not least, Rodney Young. I especially missed the ones who died way too early.  Dale Allen, Pam Catlin, Neil Munn, Jimmy Hicks and Beverly Carpenter were ones that I was close to and my heart really wished they were there sharing a drink and a conversation with the rest of us.

There is something about talking to someone who knew you as a child and as a teenager that makes you feel connected. When I saw Beverly Pharr my mind flooded with the memory of walking across the sand of a plowed cotton field eating my very first avocado.  Man, Beverly could walk fast across those sandy rows. I struggled and she had to wait for me to catch up. I loved it when I got to go spend the night with her.  When I saw Cheryl Jones I thought about us sitting up in her tree house with the wind whipping through our hair as we ate snow cones and dangled our bare feet in the air.  Roger Kennedy reminded me when we had matching lockets. I had his name on mine in the 6th grade and he had mine. He made me smile! I told Richard Thurston that I had thought about him so often over the years as I struggled to raise three boys.  Their antics often made me think of Richard. He could make me laugh so hard. I would remind myself that I needed to laugh at their shananigans just as I had laughed at his. I didn't get to talk to near enough people, I just didn't have enough time. I could tell my fond memories about everyone but I'll stop here.  Funny, only warm thoughts fill my heart.  I have no doubt however that there were several there who could tell stories about how I pissed them off over one thing or another over the years! But no one brought up bad memories we laughed and enjoyed being together.

The main feeling I came away with as I pulled out of the driveway of the Hilton in Grapevine on my way home to Paris is that we have a lot of good people in our class.  Really good, kind, strong, solid people who grew up in the West Texas oil fields.  I like all of them.  I wish all of them the best life has to offer.  I look forward to the next reunion.

Friday, July 18, 2014

A new adventure begins today

Travis Haan, July 2014
Eric Haan, July 2014
A new adventure begins today for my sons, Travis and Eric.  They are on their way to Denver.  My heart smiled as they pulled out of the driveway with their cars packed and their hopes high.  A new school and a new job is on the horizon.

They are born adventurers.  One or the other has lived in East LA, Italy, Germany, Hawaii, New Zealand and several places in Texas.  The stories they have to tell will keep you entertained for hours! Both are excellent writers.

Every time they are about to make a big change in their lives and their addresses they come home.  It is as if they need to touch home base before they step back into the world.  A warm comfortable bed, familiar food, contact with old pals, and long talks on the porch are mandatory before they head for points far away.  It is comforting for me as well to have them safe and sound and to be able to hear the hoots of laughter from the porch if just for a little while.

I must admit I encourage their adventurous spirits because I like to live vicariously through the writing of their blogs.   David and I plan our vacations based on their adventures.  I can see Denver at Christmas in my future!

Drive safely boys and have a great life.  I love you.


Sunday, July 6, 2014

Me and my camera phone

Just thought I'd share a few of my favorite shots with my camera phone.  Some of these are Instagrams, Snapseed or Hipstamatic.  I can't tell you which ones, I put them all in the same folder. Most of these are experiments where I just see if I can take a successful image in different situations.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Getting Ready for the Houston Center for Photography Exhibition

I will be leaving next Friday to go to Houston for the  32nd Annual Juried Membership Exhibition: Juried by Malcolm Daniel, at the Houston Center for Photography. One of my pieces, The Cigarette and the Belt was chosen as part of the exhibition.
The Ashtray and The Belt by Ginger Sisco Cook, 2013
Here is a link to the announcement about the exhibition:

The exhibition will be on view: July 11 - September 7, 2014
Opening Reception: Friday, July 11 5:30pm-8pm
Juror Remarks begin at 6pm
Artists' Talks: Saturday, July 12, 11am

Malcolm Daniel, 56, is the Senior Curator and former Curator in Charge of Photographs at The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York and one of the world’s preeminent curators of 19th-century photography. A specialist in the early history of photography in France and Great Britain, Daniel has curated or co-curated some 25 exhibitions during his 23-year tenure at the Metropolitan, including The Photographs of Édouard Baldus (1994); Edgar Degas, Photographer (1998); The Dawn of Photography: French Daguerreotypes, 1839–1855 (2003); All the Mighty World: The Photographs of Roger Fenton, 1852–1860 (2004); Napoleon III and Paris (2009); Stieglitz, Steichen, Strand (2010); Photographic Treasures from the Collection of Alfred Stieglitz (2011); Naked before the Camera (2012); and Julia Margaret Cameron (2013). He is the author of numerous books and articles; has served as Adjunct Professor at Columbia University and New York University’s Institute of Fine Arts; and was a 2010 Fellow at the prestigious Center for Curatorial Leadership.

Daniel received his B.A. from Trinity College, Hartford, in art history and studio art in 1978; his M.A. in Modern art from Princeton University in 1987; and his Ph.D. from Princeton in 1991.

I am honored to be included in this exhibition.  If you live in or near Houston, I hope you will plan some time to go and view the works at the Houston Center for Photography.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Healing Hands with Eric Haan

Eric Haan
My son, Eric, is in Paris for a few weeks on his way to Denver.  He has five years of experience as a massage therapist.  He will be setting up his equipment at my office at 10 First Street NE, Paris, Texas, if anyone is interested in a relaxing massage.  His specialty is deep tissue work so if anyone has any muscular issues that needs addressing, this is your opportunity.  He is charging $50 for an hour full body massage or $25 for 30 minutes, which is a steal.  If interested give him a call or text on his cell phone at 713-854-4288 to make an appointment.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Driving Home from Commerce

Sunset on Hwy 24

Driving home from Commerce on Hwy 24 I have seen some beautiful sunsets lately. I've only had my cell phone with me but I think you get an idea of the beauty of the late winter sunsets.

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