Friday, February 9, 2024

Beauty inside Loop 289 (Lubbock 2023)

January-February












March-May

Clapp Park



32nd & Indiana



June-July
Henry Huneke Park




McAlister Park

Mae Simmons



Mae Simmons


Aztlan



26th & Boston


August
Broadway & Avenue U



Vaquero Lake





September-November

Backyard



Mae Simmons







26th & Boston

Leftwich Park





Clapp Park







Backyard (Katydid)

December

Find the Hawk










 

Back in the (Mesquite-Hugging) Saddle Again

 Yesterday I did something I haven't done in a while - I went to my favorite park with a trash bag and a picker-upper.



    It's a spot I visit often, a beautiful and peaceful place a few blocks from home. While I often pick up a few pieces of trash there, this is the first time in a very long time that I went focused and equipped for that purpose.

    
    It felt good. It felt right.


    It's not anything huge, but it was nice to contribute to the beauty of the place rather than just soaking it in.


    Winter is a great season for picking trash up. The lack of green vegetation makes it easier to find and pick up all the flotsam that runs into the local ponds when it rains.


    Mostly I found cans and bottles, but I also encountered clothes, toys, hygiene products, and a couple of car parts.


    I spent about five minutes filling the bag. Then I spent another five minutes just breathing in and praying thanks.

    Afterwards, I took a few pictures of ducks on the pond and was rewarded with a bird I never expected to see in the wild - especially not in the wilds of Lubbock - a Japanese wood duck!

(the one at the top)

    Last night was wonderful. The last several years have been rough ones. My focus has been on keeping the bills paid and repairing all the stuff that falls apart. But I started remembering times when stewardship was a regular focus. I remembered a time when Mesquite Hugger was a reflection of what I value. This planet, this environment, is a gift of incredible natural beauty. It is also our home that sustains us.

    I'm ready to get back to work. I hope you will join me and spread the word. One dork picking up trash and choosing to live cleaner won't make much of a difference, but a whole bunch of us working together and inviting others along - that can be the start of something wonderful!

(By the way, this morning I did something I haven't done in a while - I left the car at home and rode the bike to work. One more step...)

I am praying for you to be blessed, joyful, well, and motivated to make life better for all.

For a better look at the park mentioned in this post, check out this video:




Tuesday, September 5, 2023

Stewardship

…After all the storms this week. I wasn't feeling too productive. So, I decided to go for a short ride to see what the rain had done to and for our neighborhood park.

So I grabbed the old GoPro and the even older bike…

and took off on a ride.

As I rode through the neighborhood, I saw three downed trees, leaves all over the street, and water running swiftly in the gutter. As I rolled into the park, there was more running water, sunlight light dappling through the trees, and a lot of drought-stricken vegetation breathing a huge sigh of relief. It was glorious. 

Well, it was all glorious except for the downed trees and specifically that one branch that fell out of our elm tree and smashed the old Ford's windshield.

Ouch!

I had just put new-to-me tires on the old bike, and (for a while) they were doing great on the wet trail. As I pedaled further, the tires were overwhelmed with mud and leaves and sticks. My shoes and the pedals had the same problem. Even the brakes had the same problem.


Even so, it was still glorious…

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Just a few weeks ago the park was a very different story. The break in the trail where the ponds meet was the only spot in the park that still held water.


The puddle that was left was just a bit larger than our kitchen table. It was filled with carp, mud cats, mud cat fry, bullfrogs, and tadpoles.



Those still alive were gasping for air. Nothing was thriving except the herons and egrets that stopped by for an easy meal.

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Over the last several years we've seen increasingly extreme drought and extremely high temperatures eventually followed by increasingly extreme storms. And when we look around, we see similar cycles all over the planet. Hurricanes. Floods. Wildfires. Earthquakes.



For years now, there's a word that keeps popping up in my reading, writing, and prayers - "stewardship".

Lately it's been very, very present - enough so that when I sat down to write my top five core values "stewardship" was first on the list.

On Sunday morning. I went to church and was not surprised to see our pastor bring his sermon home to rest squarely on the idea of stewardship…

Man, it's nice when the spirit gives you a nudge to let you know you're on track.


So, hopefully, you'll be seeing more posts and more videos (maybe even some audio) on just that - stewardship for our environment, for our plants or animals, and for all of our fellow people.

I pray that you and yours, no matter your specifics, heal and thrive in a world that is doing the same…

Now, I might just have to go for another bike ride…

Thanks a lot for coming along for the ride.

Wednesday, June 21, 2023

The First Lizard of 2023 plus Birds, Bugs, and Peace

We've hit that time when it is too darn hot. As I type this, it's 103 degrees outside. Yeesh! So I decided to adjust my schedule a bit.

After coffee this morning with los gringos viejos y locos, I headed out to Mae Simmons with a bike, a couple of cameras, and some bug repellant the flies really enjoyed.

Morning light

RWBB



Agile mallard hens foraging 

unknown songbird (updated: Red-breasted meadowlark)

I have no taste but I'm quite tasty.

Dam grackle

Old Faithful


Spoiler alert: unlike most years, the first lizard I spotted was not a Mediterranean gecko...


I've not done enough of this lately. I've been too worried about bills, work, keeping machines working, maintaining my stupid pride, and mourning those who've passed. Just a few miles from home I found God's glory where I usually find it - just a little further than the pavement.

I hope you're smarter than me and know when it's time to get out of your head and into the places that feed you.

Be well, friends, and take care of one another!

(One other note, the night after I posted this, I spotted a Mediterranean gecko on our mailbox. Better and better!)