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The new Pegasus at the Dallas City-owned Omni Hotel - April 2015
I took this photograph for a story about the new Pegasus — and all the old Dallas Pegasi. I really like it here, looking much more like art than a sign for Big Oil, and that must be Bellerophon and some pals.
Pegasus (or Pegasos) is a winged-horse from Greek mythology which was fathered by Poseidon and was born from the severed neck of the gorgon Medusa, slain by Perseus … Poseidon gave Pegasus to his son Bellerophon who put Pegasus to good use in his famous battle with the Chimaera." according to the Ancient History Encyclopedia.
The red Pegasus glyph was originally copyrighted by the South Africa branch of the then Rochester, New York-based Vacuum Oil Company, which had originally used a stylized red gargoyle to advertise its horse-drawn carriage and steam engine lubricants, well before gasoline became a product. A red gargoyle seems a more apt symbol for an oil company, but red gargoyles were already atop downtown Dallas' Old Red Courthouse, now the Old Red Museum, that was built downtown in 1892. Those terra cotta figures are more properly called acroteria (architectural ornament) and are in the shape of wyverns (Latin for serpent), all according to my research for the story on DallasArtsRevue, my other website.
Anyway, my new Pegasus story has lots of pix of the new skeleton being installed at the Omni. And soon as they get the old — from the Pegasus that was replaced in late 1999 on top of the Magnolia Hotel, also in downtown Dallas — red skin on this new skeleton, I'll take more pix and more potshots at the whole ordeal. Right now it's online here, but by May or June 2015, it'll be online here.
The whole project is mostly City of Dallas promotion, and only peripherally has anything to do with art, but I'm a big Pegasus fan, and sometime in the last century, DallasArtsRevue had a whole issue of stories and pictures in glorious Black & White in a special Pegasus Issue, which, if I can find one of, might provide even more textual information, so I can post even more Pegasus pictures on it
northwest corner of Saint Francis of Assissi Church in Rancho de Taos, New Mexico
This section is in progress, but
My latest photographs of St. Franciss of Assissi Church in Rancho de Taos, New Mexico — the one that Georgia O'Keefe often painted, are up as of May 2, 2015
Dallas to Taos and back March 2015
Visiting Saint Francis Assissi Church in Rancho de Taos
Palo Duro Canyon October 2 2014
Dallas to Austin to Houston and back with Matt Kaplinsky
Galveston Island January 2013 The Ferry Early May 2013
San Antonio June 2012
South Texas Coast May 2012 June 2014
Corpus Christi, The South Texas Coast and Goose Island
Glacier Park, Montana summer 2010
San Francisco, California October 2011
Birds of West Texas, New Mexico & Arizona in 2006
Down South in New Orleans
Angels on Fire 2002
Colorado Trip 2001
Me Meditating in Casa Rinconada at Chaco Canyon 2006
Lost in the Ozona — a night in the Ozona City Jail mid-1970s
Texas' Lower Rio Grande Valley - The Birds of the Rio Grande I and the much more popular (just under 130,000 hits, so far) Birds of the Rio Grande II (winter)
Birds in the Monterrey Aquarium White Tailed Kite in CA other California birds
Richland Creek Wildlife Management Area July 2014
Stripey baby whistlers somewhere
Bald Eagle Bringing in a Big Catfish
On January 27, 2009, I was the first person to photograph a Bald Eagle at White Rock Lake, and I wonder if this eagle and that one are the same, although these photographs (as well as the ones of it perched on its usual log well out into Sunset Bay resting a few weeks previous) are substantially better, because I have better equipment now — better lens and a much higher resolution camera, and I've been practicing a lot in the last five years, usually adding more bird photos to my Amateur Birder's Journal at least three times a week.
We kept wondering where all the clouds kept coming from. Then we found The Cloud Factory
Matt K and I drove from Dallas to Austin to Houston. He was selling art, and I was along for the ride with my little camera. I wasn't expecting birds, but we found some. We also found several abandoned buildings and other interesting experiences along the way. I've commemorated the event with a quick, trip web page at the link above.
Anna's photograph of me photographing birds at Goose Island along the South Texas Coast
Our trip down the coast from Dallas, down US 77 to Corpus Christi and surrounding areas, then back up to San Antonio to visit my parents, and finally back along the slow parking lot known as I-35 to Dallas. I've been posting my bird pix from that trip on my Amateur (me) Birder's Journal on this website.
Reddish Egret Fishing on an Intercoastal Turnaround near Corpus Christi, Texas
This is probably my favorite photo from another trip. Intercoastals are the highways up and down the coast, and Turnarounds are the more or less solid ground that holds up bridges and lets travelers go back from whence they came or visit the various life forms underneath, where are bars and bait houses and boat ramps. The current link for that page is jrcompton.com/photos/The_Birds/J/June-14.html.
This was the cultural highlight of our June 2014 visit to Corpus Christi, Texas. It's a street sign right on Corpus Christi Bay, and at night, strong winds blowing into and through the hollow pipe into which someone has drilled air holes, so it sounds like an wild and uncontrolled but beautiful electronic flute or Theramin, and that sound can be attenuated by varying fingers on the holes. It's in a sleazy bar area down by the U.S.S. Lexington aircraft carrier that's beached within easy walking distance from the Seashell Inn & Motel. The Seashell was frayed and oddly appointed but cheap and right on the beach, next to the Radisson.
One Reddish Egret, Three Tricolored Herons, Five Willits (two flying) and another Tricolored
Heron on a
Boardwalk along Texas Business 35 at 12th Street in Rockport, Texas just a few hundred yards from the ocean.
The Amateur Birder's Journal — more info below, takes up most of my time and effort online. About three times a week I show bird photographs from White Rock Lake in Dallas, Texas, USA and as far as Montana, Colorado and The Lower Rio Grande Valley and other places we wander. The six years of my Birder Journal is indexed here. There's also a bibliography of useful books, a links page to other lake and bird and other sites and a Feedback page and dozens of others linked from the index.
The most popular and informative of my photography pages is How to Photograph Art or Pretty Much Anything Else, and I've got feedback from all over the world about it.
Other photo info pages include some of my blogs listed below.
Photographs are everywhere.
It's not one of my official photo series, but over the years I have photographed a lot of people's houses. Some in the guise of studio visits, some just because that place fascinated me. Here's Somebody's House in East Dallas. And here's a whole other way of showing where my mother and father used to live — Maravilla for Mom.
Poemagraphics combined poetry and photographs many years ago when websites with pictures loaded much more slowly than they do now, so the pictures were smaller.
George Bush's portrait of Vladimir Putin
Photograph Copyright 2014 by J R Compton.com All Rights Reserved.
In an odd twist of fate, I had an edited and slightly rewritten art review of Former President George W. Bush's The Art of Leadership Portraits at the Bush Library in Dallas through June 3, 2014, published in National Review and, now my full original text is on link fixed DallasArtsRevue, complete with the only accurate photos of the Bush paintings I've seen, although the net is awash in lousy images of them. The NR story has only the bad copies that are all over the Internet, even though the story overtly disses those bad copies. I tried to sell them the good copies that are in my original story, but they seemed happy enough with the lousy ones that did not illustrate the story like this portrait of Putin and the others that I made at the library.
Its odd twistiness derrives from the historical fact that in the early 1970s I was the Editor & Publisher of Dallas NOTES, which became HOOKA (the Humanitarian Order of Kosmic Awareness), Dallas' most popular Underground Newspapers. My leanings are still mostly left, but we haven't had a bonafide Lefty in the Presidency for decades, and everything I hear about W is that he's an amazing nice guy, I'd love to meet him and talk about his art.
I have a check for $73 for the story, parking and entrance to the Bush Library here, and I wonder if I should cash it or frame it.
My 2014 new cat Meep on my couch, which is his favorite perch
My cat was given to me as "a female about four months old," but the first vet told me it's a seven-to-nine-year-old male. It's small for any age. The very nice people who gave it to me called it "Tinkerbell," because "she" came with a little bell, so somebody would know where she was. That's a great idea. He disappears sometimes within seconds and stays gone for hours. Then he reappears right where I last saw him, or I trip over him when he's sauntering toward food.
But I wouldn't want a bell on me, and he somehow rid himself of it, so I'm not going to do that to him. He's endured enough indignities already. I'd rather have a cat who disappears. In fact I'm liking it. I have a cat who disappears — as if I were the only one.
He now has a name he supplied for himself. He's Meep, which may be spelled Miep, although I doubt he cares.
He responds equally to "kitty-kitty," "hey, you" and resonant, flat-hand pats on my stomach when I'm sitting on my office chair or couch in the living room, both places have a handy cat brush or Furminator. He's a cat; he likes to be brushed. He objects less now that I turn him upside down to pet him, and sometimes he even lets me rub his tummy — briefly. At first he couldn't stand that, but we are training each other.
His kind — not species — of cat is usually called a Mackerel Tabby. He's darker than what I thought of as a tabby, and he has five parallel black stripes along his back from neck to tail that mimic the dark lines on his wrists.
I've had him since January 1, 2014, and I'm already fond of him, and treating him better than he treats me, and I am not even surprised he's never made effort to get to, let alone through a door to the outside. I even filter his cat box every week, after getting him a covered one, because I'm told female cats would appreciate the privacy. I guess male cats do, too.
I'd hoped to have him a couple decades, so I was disheartened to hear he was already at least half that. But with cats, you get what you get, and it's never really what you expected — though usually better.
During my early, intense online feline research, I learned that cats who get their toothaches fixed often radically change cat personalities, and that's just what happened to Meep, although I never really got to know his proclivities before I took him to the dental vet.
What personal website could ever be complete without pics of the owner's cat?
Who I Am
I am a photographer, writer, editor and art critic, exhibition organizer, poet, curator, promoter and website producer. Among other things. I have been a Staff Photographer for The Dallas Times Herald, Dallas NOTES from The Underground, HOOKA, The Austin Sun, The Edinburg Daily Review and had photos published in dozens of other publications around the world, including Life Magazine, The Texas Observer and the Dallas Observer.
I've also been a photojournalist, typesetter, community radio and TV producer, milkman, Secret Film Courier in Viet Nam, Instructor of Photography and Publication Design for honors college classes, Yellow Cab Driver, Publisher of Underground Newspapers and a Night Watchman at The Imperial House of Message in Irving where DFW Airport is now. I have curated 14 art exhibitions and am a published art critic — writing about art longer than anyone else in Dallas. My story about George W. Bush's paintings of world leaders was published by the very Conservative National Review, although there's a better version of it with pix on DallasArtsRevue.com.
I used to collect jobs. Check out my resume for most of them. But in the last few years, I've kept the same ones and will probably jettison a couple of those as I pass my 70th year.
My photographs have been published in dozens of publications around the world, including LIfe, Jet and Texas Monthly, and they've been exhibited in more than 100 art exhibitions.
I don't like to do the same any thing for very long, so I don't. I'm easily bored but never without something interesting to do. And I keep coming back to making photographs — especially of birds and art, and writing, editing, designing and publishing — community-based publications (including this one), although the medium keeps changing.
Sometimes my favorite blog is my ThEdBlog (spelled and pronounced thed blog), which is me blogging about me publishing DallasArtsRevue and living life as I have come to understand it, if I even approximate that task. Those pages are illustrated with often enigmatic photographs from my personal experience.
Every time I get a new camera, I start a new Learning My New Camera blog, and the collection now includes my continuing Nikon D800E journal and my(Panasonic Lumix) G5 Journal and other cameras including my Nikon d7000 journal; the Canon S90 and Canon S90 Tips & Accessories and Canon S90 Accessory Nikon D200 journal that are mostly completed. I still use the D800E and the G5, although the little Panasonic camera is becoming difficult less than a year after I bought it.
Bloggish in a photographic way is my DallasArtsRevue members page of usually very recent photographs — usually new every three to six months. Often they are personal images, like this one I shot after getting bored with a gallery show, then walking out into the setting sun.
I also cover Dallas area exhibitions blog style in an ongoing art criticism series called Art Here Lately. These are huge, all in one, web pages that include photographs and criticism of art.
DallasArtsRevue includes — in its more than six hundred web pages — art, art stories and news, views and reviews of, by and for the artists of Dallas, Texas, USA. I'm the editor, publisher and writer. It's the main reason I'm still here.
Ideas + Spirituality
Spiritual — The Meta Index includes links to my photographic pages of SolstiCelebrations and other bits of magic.
The Magic of Color
Images of personal and public magic
My metaphysical and philosophical writings about intimacy and prayer and some other stuff.
A Meditation of the Five Ancient Elements
J R Compton's Cosmic Coping Kit of Metaphysical & Other Knowledge
1,843 Movies Reviewed.
The best of My Poetry
I used to do websites. Well, I still do my own websites — JRCompton.com here and that big other one, DallasArtsRevue.com. I just don't do many of them for other people anymore. Just as well. These two keep me busy.
We Celebrated My Father's 100th Birthday
Daddy tries some Birthday Cupcake
Check out — all 116 photographs by J R Compton & Anna Palmer. Dad is still going, but whenever anyone complains about much of anything, he likes to say, "It gets worse," usually with a smile.
My 2012 Clare Family Reunion page and my 2008 Pictures from a Reunion.
My Mother's 90th Birthday in early 2011
My Father's 97th Birthday in late 2010 was a great excuse for a family gathering.
Maravilla for Mom is of, in and around my family's home of 40 in the Lower Rio Grande Valley of Texas.
The Clare Family Story - my mother, Mary Clare Compton's family story
Back Home in Indiana - my father, John T. Compton's Story
The Ballad of Harold & Emily - my mother's parents' story
The Fire - How my father's mother died in a fire saving his life, and what happened after that.
My full resume
The shows my photographs have been in so far
Exhibitions I've produced and/or curated.
My logo designs
And all those employments that have filled in the betweens.
Every year, 20% of humans on this planet change their email addresses, and so do i, and my latest email is where my latest email address always is — on this site's Contact page, which is not anywhere near as entertaining as DallasArtsRevue's Contact page .