Roll me over in the clover

Bee on red clover

Massive clumps of red clover on Arkansas roadsides are temping photo targets. In some cases, life and limb are at risk in capturing these images. Fortunately, these pictures came from safer environs.

In search of safer clover

My first clover shooting attempts this year came close to “run me over in the clover.” I stopped on the shoulder of I-530 right here in LA (lower Arkansas) to get a couple of quick shots. By the time I rounded the back of the truck to get into shooting position I was questioning my decision making process. Wherever those muthas were going, they were in a big hurry. I got my shots and made it back to the cab with all attachments in place and functioning by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin.

Road side clover

This clover is on US Highway 79 west of Fordyce, Arkansas, a substantially safer shooting environment than the suicidal interstate where I shot my first clover of the year.

I put the clover shot on Facebook and discovered that I am not alone in greatly admiring our prolific Arkansas roadside clover. With that discovery in hand, I set out to find roadside clover in a less suicidal environment. U.S. Highway 79 west of Fordyce, Arkansas was the ticket. It is a four lane thoroughfare with grassy medians populated with many clover clumps. It also has handy lane crossovers that clover seems to favor. So if on Saturday afternoon, April 19, 2014 you happened to be traveling US 79 in that vicinity and saw some fool crawling around in the median ditch, it was yours truly.

Bees on red clover

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The rewards of ditch crawling were some decent images of clover,  some of which you are seeing here. You can see more of the clover pictures on the Photo of the Week page at Corndancer dot-com. We are showing the wider shots there and the narrower ones, with bees here. Take a gander and we will wait here.

The bees were working the clover well which always makes for interesting closeups if you are willing to grovel in clover. Just in case you are not willing, I did it for you. The following images are yours without grass stains, back aches and shoulder stretches. Please enjoy them to the best of your ability.

Bee on red clover

Bee flying around red clover


Bee on red Clover

bee on red clover

Two bees on red clover

Thanks for looking. In this case, we let the bees and the flowers speak for themselves. There’s not much we can add to Mother Nature’s perfection. In this case, she received help from the Arkansas Department of Highways and Transportation. We are grateful to both.

highway clover in Arkansas

We would be remiss if we did not show the crimson blooms in their environment, a highway median. Complete with unsuspecting motorists who looked up and saw a camera protruding from a clump of clover. Wonder what they thought?

Thanks for dropping by,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind




The neighborhood jungle

Troublemakers, wild ones, and cultured treasures

Oak catkin

The number one springtime trouble maker in our neighborhood jungle, oak catkins. There must be a jillion of these pesky critters that crank out pollen for a couple of weeks or so each spring. Throw in about half that many Pine catkins and you have the annual powdery yellow peril here in LA, part of the price you pay for wonderful shade trees.   The second half comes due in the fall when our yards become ankle deep or better in leaves. That also ushers in the annual controversy about raking leaves. I like to see ‘em where they are. I like to feel the crunch under my feet. I always loose the battle and then suffer the ignominy of footing the bill — to have leaves raked and bagged — that I want to stay in place.

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I try to make an annual swing around the close-by neighborhood each spring to explore our neighborhood jungle — from the miniscule wild gardens best described as under-foot — to carefully planted and nourished plants and trees, mostly in neighboring yards

While I have deep admiration for the visual pleasantness of yard plants and shrubs I have a deep and abiding abhorrence to yard work. After all, mowers and other tools of mass plant destruction callously dismember the tiny plants I like. At this point I politely suggest that you check out the Photo of the Week page at Corndancer dot-com where this story started — and where you can see nine more pictures from this story-shoot. We will wait for your return right here.

Moving right along, the trip starts in our back yard, seeking the wild ones. There, dandelions await the mower’s blade. Most homeowners consider dandelions intolerable pests. I consider them works of fine art. Look below:

dandelion bloom

The much maligned dandelion bloom is a complex arrangement of layered petals and curly-ques radiating from a well organized hub. What’s not to like about that? (Photo courtesy of Wikipedia, mine was too bashed up to illustrate the point.)

Dandelion seed head

When the dandelion goes to seed, the grand design would choke all but the most sophisticated graphics processors — and tax the patience of most designers. One could stare at it for a while and continue to see visual nooks and crannies.


Marigolds actually planted by a Dempsey, but not this one. Mrs. Dempsey set these out. They are also handy around tomato plants as they discourage bugs from the general area.

azalea blooms

More blooms from the grounds of the Chez Dempsey. This plant and several more like it were in place decades before the place became home to the Dempseys. I claim no credit.

Spring Beauty bloom and buds

Miss Erma Chastain, my second and third grade teacher was kind enough to reveal the name of this poesy to the classes. The info stuck. This one is in the yard of the Chez Rubenstein across the street. The cruel mower had ground my collection of Spring Beauties to smithereens. These blooms are pushing it to be a quarter inch across the beam.

Spring Beauties and a bug

The bug on the Spring Beauty petal is about the size across of a common pencil lead.

These dogwood blooms are courtesy of Ms. KItty, the resident neighborhood master gardener. She's doing something right because other dogwoods nearby became kindling wood a winter or so back,

These dogwood blooms are courtesy of Ms. Kitty of the Chez Rubenstein, our resident neighborhood master gardener. She’s doing something right because other dogwoods nearby became kindling wood a winter or so back. Back lighting adds a tad of drama to some already cool blooms.

detail of dogwood bloom

The dogwood’s “business,” a complex collection of reproductive accoutrements. More power to ‘em.

unknown flower

I am not certain what this is, but it does enjoy my full approval. Another Ms. Kitty tree.

backlit jonquils

And now friends, as the sun sinks slowly in the west, Ms. Kitty’s jonquils become back lit, adding a bunch to their overall coolness. I had shot the same jonquils earlier and deduced that this set of conditions would occur later. So later I returned and happily discovered that my prognostications were correct.

May I encourage you to explore your surroundings and see if similar discoveries in your environment await well, discovering. It is cheap, non-fattening, low-impact and possibly elucidating entertainment. Good luck.

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Joe Dempsey
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Memories on Wheels redux

Vintage military vehicles au Go Go

Restored M38 A1 Jeep

If you were in the Army in the mid fifties to early sixties, you will recognize the inside of this M38A1 Jeep which was referred to as an “A1″ to differentiate it from it’s predecessors. Click on the jeep to see our original September 2010 post that included this vehicle.

Back in September 2010, I attended an event which definitively proves that “boys will [continue] to be boys,” regardless of age. The difference is the size and cost of the toys.This we are sending you back to that story. It’s kind of an “udn, udn” thing.

In this case, the “toys” are vintage military vehicles subjected to pristine restoration with

restored WW II jeep

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excellent results — representing no small investment — and I was there.  I attended a rally of the Arkansas Military Vehicle Preservation Association at Petit Jean State Park. Attendees from several states brought their persons and vehicles which made for a respectable collection of vintage hardware.

Activities included a jeep mounted blank-firing machine gun and a “convoy” around the park premises. Heady stuff for military history nuts. I must confess, I am infected and enjoyed every minute of it. The story actually started on the Photo of the Week page at Corndancer dot-com where you will see the jeep mounted machine gun, a well restored WWII military Harley Davidson “Hog” and a lot more.

Thanks for dropping by,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind

Gallivanting around the Grand Prairie

Old abandoned farm home

This old farm home near Pettus, Arkansas, sits on the ragged edge of  where the eastern Delta melts into the Grand Prairie of Arkansas. It is representative of early twentieth century farm homes. Be sure and see our Corndancer Photo of the Week story for more information on this old house.

Old abandoned farm house

Click on the old house to see more pictures of the house and the place where it sits.

The Delta has a proper name, which is the “Mississippi Alluvial Plain,” which also explains why in polite conversation the region is called “Th’ Delta.” Just imagine explaining how the Blues originated in “The Mississippi Alluvial Plain”— in common Delta vernacular “that dawg won’t hunt.”

We say all this to introduce you to a sub region of the Delta, to wit: The Grand Prairie. The area is roughly comprised of three Arkansas Counties, inland from the Mississippi River, between the White and Arkansas Rivers. Denizens of nearby areas will probably claim to live on Grand Prairie sod. That said, we understand that divine geographical distribution does not respect political boundaries. Or anything else political for that matter.

Whereas the eastern Delta is mostly characterized by permeable sandy loam, Grand Prairie soils for the most part are thicker with a tad of clay mixed in which makes the area ideal for crops that require flooding, such as rice. It also works really well for getting pickups, rice trailers, big trucks, tractors, and combines stuck.

The folks who live in the Grand Prairie will tell you in a heartbeat that’s where they live, much like their brethren to the east who similarly let you know they live in the Delta. People who value their reputations and bodily integrity do not intimate the awful truth, so I have fears for baring the issue. You will know that I survived if you get a Weekly Grist next week. For this epistle, we are exploring the Grand Prairie.

While nosing around the Grand Prairie, I did a map recon that revealed a promising road. I followed the road and found the old house you see above. Though the house was still standing tall, missing roof sections will soon take care of that. Two outbuildings that were apparently built when the house was built are also still standing. Both of these structures have the same vertical construction. See more pictures of the old house and out buildings on the Photo of  the Week  page at Corndancer dot com.

A fresh breeze kept what's left of the "front room" window curtain flapping.

A fresh breeze kept what’s left of the “front room” window curtain flapping.

The old curtains have a ghostly look in this video. Can you spot the graphic trick I played on you?

Old dilapidated farm buildign

Before we saw the cool old house, we saw this structure which would be described in sales literature as a quaint fixer-upper in a peaceful rural environment. But wait, there’s more.

junk tractor

If you act now on the previously offered fixer upper, we will throw in this project tractor. Perfect for the DIY aficionado. Meadow muffins not included.

trees in water at Humnoke Arkanasa

This is one of my “love-to-look-at-it places. U.S. Highway 165 splits this grove of trees, always in water, just west of greater Humnoke, Arkansas. Pronounced “hamah-noke” by some good ol’ boys (and girls for that matter).

Lutheran Cemetery near Slovak AR

Our last stop of the day was Slovak, Arkansas which has an interesting history. Just outside the community is this Lutheran Cemetery. There is a Catholic cemetery in the confines of the community.

Sunset at Slovak Arkansa

The sunset caught up with us as we were putting Slovak in our rear view mirrors. The Grand Prairie Water Association storage tank added drama. It was a good day.

Everything you saw today was not much more than an hour from the Chez Dempsey. I strongly suspect that in many other environments, perhaps yours, there are other close-by opportunities which have great interest but have yet to garner recognition by the local tourist promotion people. That means that crowd control will not be a problem. It’s just a matter of discovery.

Thanks for dropping by,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind


Getting there is half the fun – again

Old Delta Share Cropper house

Click on the old sharecropper house for our original post


Way deep in the Delta

Back on July 17, 2011, acting on a good tip from a good friend, I sought out what I believed to be the photo-ready remnants of a former tenant / sharecropper house north of Lakeview, Arkansas. I was not disappointed.

The trip eschewed populated areas on roads that by-passed swamps and other natural barriers to traffic. Such forays will normally offer pregnant photo ops and this one held true. It’s like a drive-by shoot in the delicious depths of the Delta. (I hope the snoop police do not pick up on the aforementioned term).

Dead tree and sharecropper house

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You have to be there for the complete experience — which includes sweat, sounds, sightings, and skeeters — short of that, you will have to be satisfied with our  picture excursion.  For our original July 17, 2011 post, click here.

While you are there, you will be invited to click on our Weekly Grist Gallery where you will see 25 pictures from the trip. And be sure and  see our story of this downcast domicile on the Photo of the Week page at Corndancer dot-com. See two more pix and read more about the building and the times of its occupancy.

Thanks for dropping by,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind

Trolley, train, and truck

A fine restoration at the Fort Smith Trolley Museum

Restored Fort Smith Trolley

This trolley at the Fort Smith Trolley Museum is completely cosmetically restored. The restorers are now working on some final mechanical and electrical details to make the car fully operational.

While visiting Fort Smith, Arkansas, the place of my birth and upbringing until my 15th year, during a high-school reunion, I stumbled across the Fort Smith Trolley Museum and discovered a old trolley nearly restored to operational condition. As you can see, the restoration job is pristine as would be expected when the labor is provided by dedicated volunteers. The museum people were very congenial and informative. You can follow the trolley museum on Facebook.

James E. Reynolds monument in Oak Cemetery Fort Smith AR

Click on the picture to see this unique monument

Actually, the trolley was my second shoot of the morning. The first was at Oak Cemetery in Fort Smith, where I hooked up with some high school classmates to shoot a unique and remarkable monument.

At the time, the appearance of the grave was reason enough to make a special trip to shoot it. Turns out, there was a story behind the artistry in the cemetery. Go to the Photo of the Week page at Corndancer dot-com to to see the monument and get in on an interesting story. We’ll wait here for you.

Meanwhile, back at the trolley museum, the trolley crew told me about the restored trolley. Museum officials found the trolley rotting in a field west of Hot Springs, Arkansas. The last place of the trolley’s active service was in Hot Springs. They showed me a picture of the trolley as they found it. The nicest thing you can say about the trolley as they found it was “pitiful.” What the Fort Smith volunteers have done with the trolley is miraculous. They are performing similar miracles on another trolley in the same shop, this one, an open trolley from Vera Cruz, Mexico.

Frisco steam locomotive 4130

Frisco steam locomotive 4003 on static display at the Fort Smith trolley museum.

The folks at the trolley museum show an interest in more than trolleys. They have a nice collection of rail equipment including cabooses, a dining car, and a whopper of a steam locomotive, the 4003 from the former Frisco Railroad. As I recall, back in the day, Fort Smith was served by the Frisco and the Kansas City Southern railroads and each railroad had their own depots.

An environmental picture

Abandoned native stone building on I-40

The environment for this old abandoned native stone structure is I-40, just south of Clarksville, Arkansas. Its job is to watch traffic go by.

One of my deals as a photographer is to show the subject in its environment which generally means that closeups are not a dominant force in my portfolio. I like to show some surroundings. Having driven by this old building on I-40 south of Clarksville AR about a jillion times without noticing it, I was delighted to finally notice it on this trip — while being ashamed of myself for not noticing it earlier. Then it occurred to me that I should probably include interstate traffic if I was to hold to my thing with a bit of environment in the shot. It took about a 100 shots or so to catch a truck in just the right place, but was worth the wait. In the immortal words of Hank Snow, the truck was “movin’ on.” I set the shutter speed high.

Old barn on US Highway 64

This old barn on US 64 has seen better days and is now a detritus dump.

On the trip to Fort Smith, I was running ahead of schedule, so I dropped off the interstate and traveled north on US Highway 64, the artery which was replaced as the main east-west thoroughfare by I-40. I figured I would spy an old barn or two and was not disappointed. The remnants of a lightning rod system are dangling from the peak of the roof. From all appearances the last use of the barn was typical of many in their last useful days — a repository for the the stuff you don’t want to throw away (but probably should), but can’t find anywhere else to dump it. And life goes on.

Thanks for dropping by,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind

Showtime in LA

Showtime at last!

Ron MacClosky as Groucho

Ron MacClosky as Groucho shares the details of the Marx family version of a world map, a cartographer’s nightmare.

The New Community Theatre here in Pine Bluff just successfully presented the first of its 2014 series of live-on-stage performances, a great accomplishment. It did not come easy. Jack Stradley and his wife, Kathy Majewska, and their theatre crew, of this fair city worked long and hard to renovate the theatre, a building first occupied in 1889 and converted to a theater in 1922 after laying unoccupied for several years. The building, up until the renovation started, received only spotty use since 1996.

Groucho with book

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The idea was to gut the building and start over to restore it to the 1922 ambiance as much as possible — and then present live variety entertainment shows.

After delays, weather issues, and other unexpected gremlins nipping and clawing at the heels of Stradley and Majewska, they made it happen. The first shows, March 7 and 8, 2014, featured Ron MacClosky, a highly regarded Groucho Marx impressionist and comedian. He was perfect for the job.

Groucho with pith helmet

Groucho cavorts on stage during his “Animal Crackers” routine. Ron MacClosky authored the show, so it is a now a part of his DNA. At least that’s the way he performs.

Groucho and contestant

Groucho and his “You Bet Your Life” contestant exchange banter much to the delight of the audience.

Groucho Slide Show

Groucho puts on a slide show. Though his projector, the spotlight is doing a poor job of showing the image, the audience does not seem to care. The stage footlights at the Community Theatre present part of  the early twentieth century ambiance.

Groucho trips the light fantastic as he warbles "Lydia, the Tatooed Lady," a condition less prevalent among women in his time than it is now.

Groucho trips the light fantastic as he warbles “Lydia, the Tatooed Lady,” a condition less prevalent among women in his time than now.

MacClosky regaled the audience with his collection of Groucho and Marx Brothers legends, quips, and other rib-tickling wisecracks. He proved himself every bit as quick-witted as Groucho Marx as he bantered with the audience during a spirited and jaunty recreation of Groucho’s famous quiz show, You Bet Your Life.

Groucho and "The Adorables"

Groucho is all smiles as he strikes a pose with “The Adorables,” the greeter / usher team for The Community Theatre.

The show was also replete with sight gags that always invoked sight gag giggles from the appreciative audience. The audience repaid his stellar performance with a standing ovation for his efforts. Had I not been clicking away to photograph the event, I would have joined two-handed salute. The same for Stradley and Majewska for having vision and tenacity.

PS: Be sure and see pictures of the show at: Groucho Gallery 1 and Groucho Gallery 2.

Thanks for looking,

Joe Dempsey
Weekly Grist for the Eyes and Mind


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