Love is in the Air

A few years ago a female peacock showed up in the neighborhood. We searched for her owner, but no one came forward. Over time she became the queen of her corner of the highway. She spent most of her time on the porch of the Heating and Air place or in my neighbor Barbara’s back yard. Barbara eventually took her in and named her “Pretty” because she loved to stare at herself in the mirror.

The next spring this fellow showed up unannounced…

I'm just here to pick up chicks.

I’m just here to pick up chicks.

He was young and out on the town. Again we tried desperately to find his owner to no avail. He fell head-over-heels for Pretty and all attempts to relocate him failed. A neighbor right across the road had a problem with snakes and decided that this handsome lad might be just the ticket. Poco took him in and he thrived, but sadly Pretty did not. She was killed crossing the road to see her beloved.

A solitary man

A solitary man

Our young fella spent weeks crossing back and forth after Pretty passed. Eventually he settled into a routine and he can be seen at the Grange Hall on the swing set, at the Heating and Air, and even on Poco’s chimney. He is a wonder in flight. Poco named our mystery man Krishna. In a sea of green and brown, he is hard to miss.

Oooo - that birdie in the window is mighty handsome.

Looking for love in all the wrong places…

A couple of winter’s back we installed new french doors on the old Grange Hall that serves as a community center for the neighborhood. Immediately our lovesick boy found solace in the windows – each afternoon he could be found on the porch admiring the mystery bird inside the Grange Hall windows. I went to get closer after taking this shot and he audibly scolded me. I learned that you can’t come between a man and his own reflection.

Peacocking around - strutting my stuff.

Peacocking around – strutting my stuff.

Krishna has grown from a young buck to a glorious sight. He walks upright along the road and struts, but something has been missing in his life – love. Each spring Krishna will call out with all his heart, he will display his plumage on the swing set and from the chimney top, but to no avail – until this spring…

Hubba hubba!

Hubba hubba!

Just a couple of weeks ago I saw this little beauty on my drive home. She was strutting her stuff about a quarter-mile from the Grange Hall. There are reports around the neighborhood of the two love birds getting cozy at the Heating and Air place.

I'll stick my neck out and take a chance on love...

I’ll stick my neck out and take a chance on love…

I regularly see them on the road – most often one is searching for the other. Krishna will pace along the dirt road and look for his lady-love in the woods, and she does the same. I heard a report of her watching him on the swing set as he displayed his plumage. I’ve yet to get a shot of them together, but after all, lovebirds want their privacy.

Baby got back

Baby got back

Unlike Pretty, the new girl in town appears to be the same type of Peacock as Krishna – even though she is green, she has the same face mask. And when she walks down the street, she really shakes her stuff.

I'd walk a mile for you...

I’d walk a mile for you…

Krishna is old school – I see him making the trip to pick up his girl, across the road, around the corner, through the woods to the dirt road. He’s never looked better. He’s quit chasing after that bird in the Grange Hall windows, there is something real in his life now.

Ready for a hot date.

That long and winding road that leads to her door.

Perhaps Peachicks are in our future?

Random Stream of Consciousness – with pictures.

Random musings in no particular order…
Have you noticed how many people post photos of their bare feet on Facebook? Odd. Feet are typically not your most attractive feature and if you post it as your profile photo every time you comment, post, or even play Words with Friends your friends are confronted with your funny looking feet. This is as close to bare feet that you will see from me online. My boss thinks they look like “bear feet”. I took this photo because I thought it was silly to wear leather five fingers while standing on a fake fur rug.


This is one of my Jack Russell Terriers – Squeegee. She rarely lets me take her photo. I was trying out a new zoom one day and got this shot of her. I cropped in on her eye and saw my reflection as well as my whole front yard I her eyes. Spooky.



I often walk around looking for something to take photos of. Sometimes I find weeds. I think dandelions are fascinating. The daisies are coming up through cracks in the sidewalk. I love their symmetry. I think the leftover stem of the dandelion looks like a primitive golf ball.


I have been putting together a kit for shooting macro for a couple of years now. I know that you probably expect to see bugs eyes or flower centers when you think “macro” – I like to use my gear for getting close to just about anything. The second shot is my Mom’s class ring. I shot this with an antique bellows – when you shoot tight with shiny things in the background you get those cool circles – in all honesty, I was more interested in making those circles that the objects I was shooting.



Feathers are amazing. Luminous, textured, shaping. We all know what a chicken looks like with no feathers. Birds are not so majestic naked. Sometimes I think people would look better with feathers. Kind of smooths things out.





Characters – Eureka Springs is full of them. We have lots of parades and festivals – these are events that characters just cannot resist. The woman in the clown make-up is a staple of this scene. I could probably pass her on the street without her makeup and never know her even though I have taken dozens of shots of her. The last shot is my pal Judy, we like to take shots of each other taking shots of each other.



This is Velcro, she’s a 14 year old Rat Terrier mix. I rescued her about 8 years ago. She likes to dig – a lot. When I first brought her home I twisted my ankle in one of her many holes while walking across the lawn, so had some top soil trucked in to level things out. It took less than a month before she destroyed the lawn again. I have re-leveled the lawn at least a dozen times. I am at the point that I have decided to let her dig to her hearts content until she crosses the Rainbow Bridge. Then I’ll fix the lawn. The upside? No grubs, no moles, no wasps.

Baby animals


I read once that all mammals experience a serotonin release when they look at other baby mammals. I think that’s true and I think it answers the question as to why we would willingly bring home an animal that will poop in our house and eat our favorite shoes. Baby animals are like crack. They make us feel good. I’m hoping that this good feeling makes for a good place to sign off. Look closely into the kittens eyes. You’ll feel great.