Musings
Today, I ventured down the new(ish) ramp (aka Gateway Trail) that connects the Historic Fourth Ward Park* with the Beltline, angling along the Georgia Power yard between the two. Love this fountain, especially when the wind catches the water and turns it into blowing mist. I’ll like that effect even more when it’s hot out, although today I ventured forth in only a t-shirt (on top, that is!)…I hear it won’t be quite so nice tomorrow….
* Abbreviated H4WP or H4W Park. Just FYI.
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Lately, I’ve found myself drawn twice in the last week to the skatepark that’s adjacent to the section of the Beltline within my traipsing zone.
I timed my photo to not include the four guys that were practicing on the upper surface (not the pit), finessing flipping the board underfoot as they were airborne, by how they jumped up off the skateboard. Looked very difficult to me.
Me, I’m working on the trudging thing, accumulating those Fitbit steps. Today was a mosey day, with steps and, as it turned out, no “active minutes” (sigh). Still, I feel rather cleansed, even if I am certain that I could never get the jump-up-skateboard-flip thing down (in part because my abdominal/trunk muscles just don’t have that level of strength and coordination, and I sincerely doubt if they ever will).
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Apparently this model 101 coal chute from the Majestic company was a standard in its day (and its shipping weight was 45–50 lbs). This one is on an apartment building, but it was also used for homes.
The company was based in Huntington, Indiana, about twenty-five miles southwest of Fort Wayne, in the northeast quadrant of the state. The factory was east of downtown, on Erie Street between the railroad and the river. Where Erie ends at the river is an abandoned Erie Lackawanna Railway (as I understand it) bridge that’s in ruin.
Notables linked to Huntington: Dan Quayle lived there for thirty-five years; Mötley Crüe guitarist Mick Mars lived there for a while as a child. (Whatta pair, eh?)
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We wandered along the bank of the Chattahoochee, amidst detritus accumulated after the last flood…along with fine sediments. Mostly, though, what was underfoot was leaves and small dead branches downed by recent breezes. We encountered a few people walking dogs (including one sweet puppy), and some others walking kids, and some parties with both.
Posted at 9:35 PM |
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Such a lovely day to get out and enjoy the beautiful sunshine…. We were working up a plan when the phone rang and we went in another direction, quite happily.
Clue: the Beltline was PACKed!
Posted at 10:20 PM |
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Photographer: Do animals always come up to you?
Lady in red: No, I guess they think we have food.
Photog: (pause) I have one cracker.
The Lady had a very American accent; I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, and didn’t hear the gentleman in white speak.
Posted at 6:06 PM |
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I can’t remember the last time I made meatballs. I also can’t remember why I got the idea to do so today.
I’ll have to do it again soon; they turned out yummy!
I put lots of flavorings in the meat, including at least four herbs, one of them fresh parsley, plus chopped fresh garlic and a bit of BBQ sauce and the good Japanese organic soy sauce that I’m loving these days. No ketchup—too sweet; I kept them savory.
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As a child, I lived in a house without porches, and spent much of my summers in a house with two porches. One functioned as an entry and utility room, and the other was a sun/screen porch, definitely part of the small cottage’s living area.
Neither had the architectural stature of the porches that are attached to each apartment in this enclave.
When I was younger, I would have loved to live in one of these upstairs apartments, to lounge and read and generally waste time in the shade above the street in the fresh air.
We generally use the term porch for a space that’s transitional between the building and the not-building. It’s from the Latin for colonnade, which refers to an architectural roof extention that offered the ability to walk along a building passing by each room without going through them, although stopping and sitting was an option. The walking action was more along the building, while our modern porches are more for crossing from outside the building to a doorway. At least that’s how it seems to me. The upstairs porches here are an exception, as they are intended to be a fresh-air room.
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I smelled these trunk sections before I saw them. I thought: hmm, fresh-cut oak. Then I saw leaves on one or two sections, and thought, geeze, those look like maybe ginkgo leaves—or maybe not. Soon, I figured it out—ivy leaves on vines on the trunks, and no ginkgo whatsoever.
Psst—photo not taken near our lot!
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Misty, moisty. Check.
Morning. Nope.
Cloudy. Yup; purely overcast.
No old man in any type of clothing. Too unpleasant, I guess, especially for a leather outfit.
I managed to get out between spitty-weather phases (in the early afternoon). Yippee!
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