Drilling a horizontal well into the Tonkawa formation, Dewey County, Oklahoma.
Downtown Tulsa
For some reason railcars are frequent targets of graffiti. I guess the large surface is irresistible.
The cost of graffiti is very high. GraffitiHurts.Org lists the cost as $1 to $3 per resident per year which is considerable especially while we are trying to recover from our economic downturn. I don’t think that cost includes removal of graffiti from private property like this railcar.
We went on vacation to Legoland in California a couple years ago. We loved it.
The scene above is all legos. And yes I pimped the photo a little. So this is also True Confessions Tuesday.
Work took me way out to western Oklahoma last week to the oilfield and ranching town of Leedey. I got there a little early and so checked out the local city park.
In amongst the war memorial and playground was a seemingly friviolous steel structure. It was twisty and turney (that is a word here in Oklahoma) and had Christmas lights on it and several everyday objects.
It turns out that it is not frivolous at all. It is a memorial to the six people who died in a tornado that hit Leedey on May 31, 1947.
What a memorial. Apparently it was built by school children aged seven through eighteen during art classes. I think the monument is a tribute to the kids as well as the victims of the storm.
And guess what there was a geocache hidden right nearby named “Leedey Park” placed by kbaldeagle and Jeritexas.

(I actually don’t think this is the real jail.)
Another sight in town is the Jail. It seems pretty secure although they have a little work to do to get it up to standard. If you are a person that likes to engage in criminal behavior, western Oklahoma is not the place for you to be.
The storm is breaking, the sky is clearing.
Time to get photographs of your boyfriend baiting his hook. It might work better if he turned to face her?
Sunday Bridges
You don’t want to disturb Mama.
Something about a dove just gets me, maybe it’s those big eyes? Or their gentle demeanor.
Late breaking update!!
I’m finding out that baby doves are called squabs.
I went on a business trip to western Oklahoma yesterday. I took pictures of drilling rigs, compressor stations, pipelines, grain elevators, wheat fields, and horses. This three were they only ones that took any notice of what I was doing.
A “Permission Zone” is a surface that graffiti artists have permission to practice their art.
To my knowledge Mad Mike’s Liquor Store near 11th and Mingo is the only Permission Zone in the Tulsa area. Almost every square inch of the store and an outbuilding are covered in graffiti. Even the power poles and dumpsters are decorated. I’d have to say though that the quality of the work to this uneducated eye is uneven.
Some of the images are really evocative.
Some are really puzzling.
SuperPizzaBoy and I found this image disturbing.
It is all fascinating to me. I’m still trying to get my head around graffiti.
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True Confession Monday today. Mine is, I have a thing for trains. Route 66 Village in west Tulsa has just the one for me. The Frisco 4500.
Built by Baldwin Locomotive Works in 1942. It is huge! 500,000 pounds! I found this locomotive during a geocaching expedition three years ago. It was parked in a remote area north of downtown as it was being restored by volunteers. It has since been moved to its present location for display. It is a long term project of the Sertoma Club of Tulsa. See SuperPizzaBoy? He is almost 5’11” (I can still take him though!) and is dwarfed by the wheels of the locomotive.
They also have the Murray Hill, a solarium lounge car built in 1929.
They have an oil tanker and a caboose.
And what they claim is the world’s largest oil derrick.
Route 66 Village is a great stop on old Route 66.
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Today I ran in my second Snake Run. I love it.
The walk from the parking lot to the starting line is about half a mile and good steep climb. It is its own warm up and the woods are beautiful this time of year. (I’ll say that regardless of the time of year.)
Race Director, “Trail Zombie” (aka Ken) gave us some pre race instructions on how the race is marked and just what the deal is. Most races have a set distance and you try and minimize your time. This race, the time is set at either three hours or six hours and you try and maximize your distance. Fun, fun, fun.
It was kind of chilly so some people brought their snuggies. I wish I had thought of it.
TZ should have spent some time explaining what everybody was wearing. Remember the late 70’s when women wore leggings? Well men have them now. What’s the deal. I felt really under dressed without my snuggie and my leggings. I guess that I’ll have to go to the running store and get me some leggings.
So the women don’t wear leggings, I guess these are “armings.” Is putting them on called “arming” and taking them off called “disarming.” Going without is “unarming.” Oklahoma is about to be an open carry state my tea partier representative tells me. My tea partier state senator doesn’t talk to me. I don’t blame him.
Nice view of downtown. Turkey Mountain is an urban wilderness, so the city surrounds it.
I think Maytag is a sponsor of the race. This appliance actually still works. Honest!
Trail races are fun and the food is great. They have it on the course, not just the end.
This is the crew that counts how much you ran. They have a four mile loop and a half mile loop. So you just run yourself silly until time is up.
These are the awards. This is also what Okies look like to our President. He came to Cushing (oil pipeline capital of the USA) to announce his approval of a project that didn’t need his approval. The state GOP went nuts trying to outdo each other expressing how sorry it is. Some of us Okies thought our elected officials could have been a little gracious to O.
This is the award I won, in fact awarded myself two.
And I got a nice medal and a brand spanking new tee shirt!
What did you do today??