Sometimes the magazines just line up that way.

Recent visits to Austin, Waco, and Pueblo...

Magnolia Market from the tv show 'Fixer Upper.'

The silos at Magnolia Market in Waco, Texas.

Magnolia Bed & Breakfast in Waco, Texas.

Vocal crow in Waco.

A tall building in Waco. 

Miki representing 'Fixer Upper.'

Austin, Texas

We don't go to Austin City Limits but took a picture of the sign instead.

Highlands Ranch tulip ready for its close up.

Tulips in bloom.

In bloom yet again.

Sad clown baby at yard sale.

The final photo at yard sale before letting go of my long-time companion, P.T Alien. Farewell, my friend, and phone home sometime.

P.T. Alien's new owner. His name withheld because of the high finances transacted. 

Under the Desert Moon

In honor of April's National Poetry Month, here are three of them...

Desert Flower (What are you looking for?)

What are you looking for out in the desert?
There’s miles of sand and rocks and not much there.
What are you looking for out in the desert?
If I’m with you
I just don’t care.

What are you looking for in the cool night air?
There’s billions of stars but no one’s there.
What are you looking for in the cool night air?
If I’m with you
I just don’t care.

Little desert flower,
born of the sun and the wind
on those long summer days.
Little desert flower,
dreaming of colors and canyons
and rivers of violet haze.
Desert flower, you’re in paradise
without a drop of water in sight.

What are you looking for, desert flower?
I’m not so much but I’m all that’s there.
What are you looking for, desert flower?
If I’m with you
I just don’t care.





I Can’t See You Anymore

Look at us falling,
calling to each other 
but I can’t hear a word you say.
I look at you but it’s getting dark now,
and I can’t see you anymore.

Look at us crawling.
Trying to keep it up
but the road’s gone on too long.
I’m looking forward,
turning back,
But I can’t see you anymore.

Hey, we were once so good together.
Hey, how about a second chance?
Hey, we were once so good together.
How about one last dance?

Look at us stalling.
Trying not to make a move
that’ll end up being wrong.
I can’t reach you.
I can‘t read you.
You’re over my head.
Look at us.
Look at us.
Look at me.
I can’t see you anymore.

Hey, weren’t we so good together?
Hey, maybe we’re worth a second chance?
Hey, weren’t we so good together?
Maybe this isn’t our final dance.





Solo Night at the Honky Tonk

(lyrics by Miki and Pete Schulte Jr.)

Oh, it’s solo night at the honky tonk,
none of your friends are there.
Yes, it’s solo night at the honky tonk.
You’re all alone and no one cares.

Yes, it’s solo night at the honky tonk.
It’s just a dime a dance.
Oh, it’s solo night at the honky tonk.
Try not to lose your pants.

Hey, you might find somebody,
a stray cowboy on a stool.
Hey, you might find somebody,
a rich old man or a handsome fool.  

Oh, it’s solo night at the honky tonk,
a chance to fall in love.
Oh yes it’s solo night at the honky tonk,
somebody sent from high above.

Hey, you might meet somebody…
down at the honky tonk.
Don’t give up on that somebody…
It’s solo night at the honky tonk.

One more time!
Oh yes it’s solo night at the honky tonk.
You drank it all there is no beer.
Yes it’s solo night at the honky tonk.
It’s closing time now get out of here!

In a photograph...

Sun lover

Another boring book review? No way. This time you can sing along! Pete reviews 'The Hound of the Baskervilles.'

Like so many others, I’ve seen Sherlock Holmes in many movie adaptations and television shows. I wasn’t certain, however, if I’ve ever actually read any of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s stories or novels. In order to rectify the situation, I recently finished The Hound of the Baskervilles, a thrilling mystery about an old family curse. I very much enjoyed the style and ease of Doyle’s writing. You needn’t be as smart as Sherlock or even Dr. Watson to understand the case and its outcome. In fact, I enjoyed it so much that in lieu of describing any part of the plot, I’ve written a song about it instead. It’s doubtful the song will crack the top 40, but here goes anyway…

It’s Elementary (My Dear Watson)

There’s doings on the moor
as there’s been some kind of fright.
Seems the Hound of Baskervilles
is roaming in the night.
It’s elementary.

This Sherlock Holmes, indeed, favors
a logical conclusion.
The fearsome hound, he knows,
may be a strange illusion.
It’s elementary.

Oh…it’s elementary!
It’s elementary.
Dear Dr. Watson…
It’s elementary!

The fiend needs no disguises,
does his deeds behind the scenes.
Now the cold and fog are seeping in
and he’s getting kind of mean.
It’s elementary.

Holmes and Dr. Watson raise
their guns and take their aim. 
They better hope the roaring
Hound is just a little off his game.
It’s elementary.

Oh…it’s elementary!
It’s elementary.
Dr. Watson…
It’s elementary!

They chase the fiend into the night
engulfed in soggy bog.
The monster merely a man at best,
The Hound was just a dog.

It’s elementary.
It’s elementary.
My Dear Dr. Watson,
it’s elementary.

Case closed.

**The country and hip-hop versions are available by request. The opera remains a work in progress.