Walkabout, Day 34 — April 15, 2018


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When we pulled out of our garage, we intended on going to a place in Sparks called Gator Swamp Park. The name conjured up pictures of lakes and gators, but probably not in Nevada, sixteen minutes from where we lived. But still, it sounded cool and that’s were we’d set our sights on going.

But rain splashed on our windshield. Not a lot, but more was coming. So we changed our minds and headed to Mayberry Park. We’d only been their once before and that first time we went right on the asphalt path, so we could go left this time and see new stuff and photograph trees and things we’d never photographed before.

But the optimum words in the above paragraph are “asphalt path.” Our cameras are pretty much rain proof, but our shoes are not mud proof and I’d just cleaned my Vans. No mud on an asphalt path. So for the asphalt path we headed. 


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Jeez, I’m thinking I look a little like a private eye in my ten cent hat.


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This is that asphalt pathway. No mud on it. However, though it was raining the whole time we were there, it didn’t come down hard, till just before we turned around after Vesta’s app said we’d down three-quarters of a mile, like the sky suggested it might. So, we wandered off the path and we didn’t get any mud on our shoes. Hallelujah.


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I don’t know how she does it. Vesta always manages to get these attractive photographs of me.


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I don’t care if it’s a portrait, a wedding photo, a child a play or a landscape shot—there is just something magical about black and white.


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It was pretty windy when we came across Megan, Olivia and William as you can see by William’s sideways tie. And do these guys look happy or what?


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Just a photograph of a mailbox. A pretty cool one though.


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When we saw the house the above mailbox belongs too from a distance, we saw that there was another home on the other side of the river and we wondered if they knew each other, the people who lived in those homes, because they were both very nice houses out in the middle of nowhere. However, there was a river between them, so we figured maybe they didn’t, except maybe to shout hello to each other across the river.

But when we got closer, we saw this bridge. So I guess they probably know each other pretty well.


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So we’re walking on the trial, minding our own business, photograph trees and the river, and we come to this. Another house in the middle of nowhere. And boy do these people have a great front yard. First off there is this cool, but strange tree of lights.


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Though the sky was mostly overcast, if you looked to the southwest, there was some blue sky, so I went up on these folk’s lawn and photographed the tree of lights with that blue sky in the background.


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There was a plaque in front of the sculpture which read, CRANKY BIRD, assemblage sculpture, 1997, Michael Dan Shannon, 1957-2001.


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There was a plaque in front of the rock below, which read, “BIRD TREE  POSE, assemblage sculpture, 1997, Michael Dan Shannon, 1957-2001.


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This wood piece with the carved face on it was lying on the ground by the bird above.


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No plaque in front of this one, but I’m guessing Michael Dan Shannon made it too.


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So, if you walk up to the tent, then jog to the left, you can continue on a path along the river to who knows where. We don’t, because it started to rain harder, so he turned and headed back to our car.


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That whitish, blurry spot on Vesta’s jacket was caused by a raindrop caught as I took the photo.


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On our way home, we crossed these tracks and I do like trains, so I asked Vesta to stop.


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Now we can go home.


Ken and Vesta Wedding and Portrait Photography, 1250 Ralston Street, Reno, NV 89503
Phone: 775 393-9529