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Scenes from Arkansas


We had a lovely Memorial Day. Relaxing and nonplussed C-Man, our daughter and I, oh and Cooper of course, took a small day trip to a local State Park. The weather cooperated wonderfully.

This is a small chronicle of our little trip. Warning, massive picture posting here. There are so many incredible places in this state to snap sections of natural beauty. I never tire of taking my camera with me.

This is Mount Petit Jean.

As you can see it is a giant plateau that rises above the valley about 600 feet. I realize this is only a hill when we consider the hills in the Carolina’s and those peaks out west. For us, this is mountainous and a ton of fun.

To get there, we traverse the mighty Arkansas River. After all the weather this part of the country has suffered, it is hugely swollen. All that water has churned up a ton of sediment, hence the brown color.

The second we hopped out of the car, with Cooper of course, we were mobbed by a crew of teenagers who descended upon the little fellow en masse. He loved it!

Then comes the scenery. The plateau gives us a huge vista, the river twining through the valley below. This is the southern exposure of the lookout.

Then to the north is a view of the river as it winds its way through farmland and cattle pastures.

Then there are these people with Cooper. They will be featured in quite a few of the following pictures, so brace yourselves.

Then there is a the stray little girl who just has to get her hands on Cooper. We can’t blame her.

And of course, my little girl has her moment of glory.

Our small excursion to the lookout with its short walk-ways and numerous visitors fondling little Cooper, wore him out. This is his spot in the truck. And this is Cooper – wiped out already and our little tour has only just begun!

We find a tiny sandwich shop where we can eat outside so Cooper can join us. I love eating outside.

Then we found this little treasure of picturesqueness. I’m a sucker for waterfalls and this is just downright lovely.

This is a waterfall from the water draining out of Lake Bailey.

Cooper takes it all in.

C-Man is content to stay in the shade and enjoy the view from afar.

Our next stop is the Cedar Falls. It is nestled deep in the woods and drops about 95 feet. I tried to get the bottom of the falls, but so many spring trees in full bloom bar the visuals that far down.

This is the walk way to the falls. It winds down the mountain slope at an easy grade. I love the tree cover and the plank boards beneath our feet. Wrought iron fencing protects the public from the dangers of slipping down the slope.

Love the play of light on my babies in this shot.

We did a number on ole Cooper. He sprawled the whole trip home. There is only so many strides 3in legs can bear and we put them through their paces.

That is big chunk of my piece of heaven today. I loved every second of it.


Communications From the Past


In our traveling to Alabama in March we opted for the route not on the beaten trail. We took the former main road, which traced the same route as the railroad. In the past, telephone lines were erected to follow the railroad as well. As we traveled, I couldn’t help notice the old communications lines as they remained draped along their poles the entire route. The difference in the old lines from the new ones is the growth of vines gracing the old telephone poles, not to mention the broken cables . The old wooden poles with their cross beams have become unwilling trellises to predatory vines and weeds.

I realize these are unattractive and bland in color, but spring has not yet sprung as these were taken.

This is a perfect example of old versus new.

The growth just consumes the old pole. I’m sure it is totally obscured now with the green leaves present.

I know this is silly, but the old poles fascinate me. I love looking for the insulators, they have such a touch of nostalgia about them.

I have discovered there is a world of collectors of insulators. I understand. Those small glass pieces are mesmerizing. They are sturdy and solid, and the desire to feel its weight in my hand draws me to them – hence all the photos(I have tons more in my library).

The comical thing to me is that the wires and insulators, even the wooden poles were left to remain for nature to capture. It is almost sad.

A small piece of heaven from the road less traveled.


I just wanted to share a piece of nostalgia