O, the wonder of it
Friday, 21 March 2014
I’ve been enjoying the fully open hyacinth for several days. Now you can, too!
Sometimes it almost looks like a wax carving.
Here it is when it was in bud.
Musings
Because it’s spring
Thursday, 20 March 2014
Yeah, it’s a daffie repeat. This one’s backlit and I’m grooving’ on it.
I figured spring began when my hygienist (love her; LOVE her) finished my teeth today; to heck with the solar system!
Who dat?
Wednesday, 19 March 2014
Giving that watercolor-filter app another try….
I think I have to make a crappy hyper-contrasty photo to start with. Or maybe I have no eye for this at all….
Distortion art
Tuesday, 18 March 2014
I got a tip last night that this app* did fun things with regular photos—a watercolor transform. I have been wanting to try it on a Bridge photo, so I dug one out of the archive a few minutes ago. In my mind’s eye, it looked even better. I’m still early on the learning curve….
I just had a spoken name for the app, so it took me a while to discover it’s Waterlogue. $2.99 USD.
Clamor!
Monday, 17 March 2014
Maybe doesn’t look as good as it tastes. Melts in your mouth. Seriously. (Book Club night.)
No flowers today; food porn instead. This is the yummiest flour-less chocolate cake. I’m supposed to get the recipe soon.
I may pass it along. 🙂
Last daffodil (post)
Sunday, 16 March 2014
For the record, this is one of the daffodils that bloom in the third phase of blooming. These were here when JCB bought the house. They’re very yellow and delicate, different from the phase one and two variants. Note that the first phase fleurs were in their prime three weeks back….
Sun over yardarm in Éire
Saturday, 15 March 2014
Atlanta does “Black Irish” differently than Ireland (although WikiPee says in Ireland they don’t use the term much). Lining up the porta-potties at the top of the hill made sense for the delivery truck, even if it meant users had to climb a steep slope to reach that particular Promised Land. Gave the security guy at the far end of the lineup (in black) a good chance to see who was having a hard time scaling the grassy slope…easier to pick out the over-imbibed.
The sun did duck in and out a bit, however most of the time I wandered the park, it was out—and glorious. The standard uniform of the day (not mine) was a green t-shirt. I liked the one that said stroke me to get some Irish luck—on a well-over-six-foot black guy who lifts weight at least several times a week. Often the shirt was paired with garish green headwear, sometimes made with pipe-cleaners.
As I understand Catholicism and its holidays, saint’s days are on a particular day, so that babies may be named for the saint upon whose day they were born. It is or it isn’t that saint’s day.
Soooo, I find it interesting that these many (probably non-Catholic) celebrants have “moved” the celebration from days-away 17 March to this fine Saturday. Across the old world, having a major holiday midweek was desirable—it meant shorter work hours that week! In this modern world, however, we do the opposite, and move our celebrations to the weekend, or celebrate on the weekend whatever the irony of that….
HB, N!
Friday, 14 March 2014
Low light + no flash = snapshot
Most of my life, I’ve been around lots of people born in the late winter/spring season. This is our Pi Day gal. Loving the double tiaras (one with flashing lights) and Mardi Gras beads! Actually they all came from the Great Basket of Gifts (really two baskets!). She had as many small giftees to open as she now has years!
Great hosting by J&C; thanks! We had such fun! And good eats.
Backlit fuchsia-pinks
Thursday, 13 March 2014
I can’t remember if I’m repeating myself, but back when I was in HS and riding the bus through town, one home had a Japanese magnolia (Magnolia liliiflora) in a protected spot in the yard, and I always looked at the blossoms when they came on and thought they were oh-so classy and stunning.
Rather mysterious that it has never occurred to me to plant one here….
Maybe partly it is because I have been on a plant-local kick?
Slow beer
Wednesday, 12 March 2014
Police escort brought the Buddie Clydesdales to see us today. They’re in town for upcoming St. Paddy’s day celebrations—I’m suspecting, actually down in Savannah. They got here yesterday. DOn’t know what…hotel…they stayed in!
They actually delivered a small amount of beer, but not to the attending crowds. We heard it was bottled fresh this morning.
I know there’s small beer, but I don’t think slow beer is a type of beer…a brewery yes, but a beer type? Enlighten me?