Sunday, November 19, 2006

Meet Mad-Eye Moody

After conducting extensive research, my amphibian consultant suggested a few changes to Mad-Eye Moody's surroundings and I must say he appears much happier in his new habitat. Apparently the filter was freaking him out; it states online that living in an environment containing a pump of any kind is like us living with a jack-hammer blasting in our eardrum 24/7. M-E-M was swiftly relocated to shallower, quieter, more solitary confines, where he happily swam around all day and chowed down on preserved bloodworms. Yummy.

Downtown Bayou Walking Tour

Willow Street Pump Station.















Previously seeded, currently mowed.












Abandoned 1900's grocery store, soon to be converted into Buffalo Bayou Partnership HQ with canoe/kayak rental on first floor which is prone to flooding...















Commerce and Main looking southwest, I think...















It was a great day for walking, and paddling : )
















The merging of White Oak and Buffalo Bayous, if you look down from the Main Street bridge you can see the muddy waters of Buffalo mixing with the greener waters of White Oak.
















Our docent, Joe. I would guess around 60 to 70 people attended. There were five or six groups. Great job GHPA and BBP.










Downtown - no finer place for sure...







































Sunday, November 12, 2006

Have you hugged a veteran today?

Christian pushed to the front of the Veteran's Day Parade crowd to snap away...














We shelled out the $5 to purchase this bandana to support the Houston Marine Moms who send care packages out to Iraq.



















Where do I sign?



















Over 70,000 people attended the rally and parade; the best turn-out ever!









Monday, November 06, 2006

UFO Series






Halloween '06: Eye-popping fun!

















Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."



































High Tide

Houston's first green roof: Summer Park, First Ward