The End Of All the Light

“When you get to the end of all the light you know and it’s time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: either you will be given something solid to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.”
― Edward Teller

bubo, by Joshua King

bubo, by Joshua King

An interactive exhibit at Dallas Aurora 2015

I Would Hate To Be Murdered In A Lounge Chair

“I would hate to be murdered in a lounge chair. You would lose not only your life, but a chance at a nice nap.”
—-Armando Vitalis, From Hell’s Heart I Stab At Thee

Continental Bridge Park,  Dallas, Texas (click for larger version on Flickr)

Continental Bridge Park,
Dallas, Texas
(click for larger version on Flickr)

I try not to take so many photographs that don’t have people in them. But there aren’t many folks on the Continental Bridge Park on a workday afternoon, even on a preternaturally warm autumn day.

The few people that did walk by as I ate a takeout sweet potato were interesting enough:

A large young man with headphones – he sauntered by and I saw him at a distance once he reached an unoccupied section dancing by himself.

A young couple, very casually dressed, moving around in some sort of elaborate ritual in each open area. I think they were planning a wedding on the bridge – or at least a photo-shoot – and were trying out all the angles.

A couple with two chihuahuas. They passed one way with the dogs on leashes – then returned with the dogs loose. I later saw them chasing the pooches along the Trinity River Levee – they must have seen something interesting.

—-but the bridge is very long and narrow, and the interesting stuff was too far away. So all I did was sit in one of the lounge chairs and read a couple of horrifically gruesome short stories.

For example, in one an astoundingly stupid young man is experimenting with an ethanol-based homemade hair gel when he accidentally ignites his coif with a cigarette. Aflame, he runs into the road in a panic where he is struck by a speeding wrecker. The impact flips him over a rail into the Sabine river, which does serve to extinguish the flames – but before his friends can rescue him a large alligator drags him off by the head.

Things go downhill from there. If you don’t believe me – the story seems to be available online.