STL DPB ON THE ROAD AGAIN - DALLAS

So here we are in Texas, alien territory to me. This is what you see when you walk off a plane at Gate C2 at Dallas - Ft. Worth International Airport. Hope the American Airlines captain gets her next flight. 

Our hotel is in what passes for downtown in this big city. It's spread out. A plaza just outside the door has this sculpture of Pegasus. It was the logo of Mobil Oil, which became Exxon-Mobil, which became a mountain of fraud and deceit. Bottom, what we see while waiting for an elevator back to the lobby, with the convention center sprawled out beneath us.

Okay, I Made It Two Days

Some break. But I really, really need to slow down for a bit, um, maybe just post occasionally. There was finally time to edit a set of pix I took a month ago inside the Old Court House. The exterior has been on this blog many times but in all my decades in STL I had never gone inside. Pretty cool. There ought to be patriotic marches playing in the background.                       

No Visible Means of Support

The Inquiring Photographers of St. Louis run across this all the time at public events: the gigantic American flag, held aloft by the cranes of two big fire department hook and ladder trucks. The flag was at the Arthritis Walk Friday night, as it was a year ago. It's been featured on this blog on other occasions, like here. I like to Photoshop out the cranes and supporting cables, leaving the flag suspended in mid-air, like this picture from last Fourth of July. So I did it again today with images taken at the Walk.

Vote for which of the two you prefer. I like the first one. It's more abstract, although it makes me think of a stingray on hallucinogens. There might be a bit of Magritte in it.

TOMORROW: Black and white (and I don't mean the photo).