Monday, June 14, 2021

Two Rivers Park Bridge

One of the best places to see the sunset is from Two Rivers Park Bridge (as long as you don't get run over by someone on a bike). And it did not disappoint on a recent visit. I hurried up the bridge after finding an empty spot in the busy parking lot, but stopped to admire this view of the clouds reflected in the river as the late evening light shined on the I-430 bridge.


The river was busy with boaters and kayakers, and also this flock of ducks who lazily floated under the shadow of Pinnacle Mountain.


The western sky held onto the red and oranges of the sunset long after the sun actually set. The low clouds overhead turned blue as dusk began to settle in.


And then one last shot - of the Two Rivers Park Bridge. It didn't really translate well in the photo, but there is a rainbow in the lights on the bridge (in honor of Pride month).


Saturday, June 12, 2021

Top Deck

It can be said that there are way more parking places than buildings in downtown Little Rock. While that fact is not great for urban planning, all the parking decks do sometimes provide some interesting angles to get pictures from. One recent weekend I headed downtown around sunset and snuck up to the top of a parking deck that was devoid of any other cars or people. The top of the deck provided this view of the distant Pulaski County Courthouse.


A few blocks over is another parking deck, right by the main branch of the Central Arkansas Library. It provides this great view of President Clinton Avenue and the River Market.


This is one of my favorite parking decks to take pictures from. The view is great, plus you can just hop on down the stairs and get a pint (or three) from the Flying Saucer.


Monday, May 31, 2021

Muddy Waters

One activity we started during the pandemic would be to drive downtown and have a family picnic. We would pack up the kids, order takeout from Flying Fish and then find a shady spot on the grounds of the Clinton Library to eat a good meal while being socially distanced from everyone else. Now that things are opening back up, there is usually a good crowd of people in the park and on the bridge. And also, tons of people getting their pictures taken. It never fails, but there's always lots of people getting their senior/graduation/engagement/pregnancy photos taken at the park around sunset. I apologize to all of the other photographers out there who have had to photoshop us out of the background of their pictures.

But after eating our delicious meals from Flying Fish, we burned off the fried foods by taking a walk across the bridge. This night, some interesting clouds were reflected in the high and muddy waters of the river. The river was high, you can see how it had flooded the wooden walkways at the wetlands below.


Monday, May 24, 2021

Annie's Chapel

Along the road between Dover and Hagarville sits Annie's Chapel, a quaint old church that was built in 1886. I wasn't able to find out much about the church besides the year that it was built (and that it was once a Methodist church)


I don't know who Annie was, or if anyone ever knew the answer to the question of Annie are you ok? Are you ok? Are you ok Annie?

Anyways, the door to the church matched the rest of the building with faded and peeling paint.


I invited myself inside and looked around. The internor was graced with a collection of pews, all covered with dust and cobwebs. Next to the altar was this old piano...


The church sits near the delightfully named community of Booger Hollow. One idea of where the name originated is because back in the olden days (after the end of the Civil War), the valley was considered an inhospitable area. The rough road that headed down from the mountains was a good place for bandits and highwaymen, who would attack and rob travellers. Because it was a "booger" of a place, the name Booger Hollow stuck.

Another idea was that the community sat between two cemeteries, and that one should need to bring a friend with them if they were walking around at night. The word Booger here instead is a combination of the words boo and bogus. But however the name was derived, I think we can all agree that it is definitely a strange name to pick. And that perhaps those early settlers should have dug deeper and pulled out a better name for the area.


Saturday, May 22, 2021

Maddin Chapel

Along a dirt road near Lake Dardanelle sits the old Maddin Chapel, another old relic that has seemingly been forgotten.


I tried searching for any info about the building, but had no luck. I would love to know how old the building is, and when it was left abandoned.


The door to the church is gone, but the entrance was guarded by a tree that is defiantly growing at the base of the stairs heading inside.


And a view of the church interior, which was filled with wasp nests and the flotsam of windswept leaves and fallen wooden boards.