Unsteel magnolia
Saturday, 20 June 2015
Love the fuzziness.
This tree also had glorious, dramatic, brilliant white flower buds, more open than this.
Musings
Attracting moths
Friday, 19 June 2015
I am off on a Edward Hopper-esque tangent with my early-morning photos….
There are a few exercising humans out in the fading darkness when the temps are below 80°F, and once in a while a car, but mostly I see robins, and a few other birds. Cats, sometimes. Today, an opossum. Scuttling.
Tuna silhouettes
Thursday, 18 June 2015
Love the light on the fruit at the top particularly. Fruit’s still green, but when they get ripe…yum!
These nopal fruits are called tuna/tunas in southern Mexico. Tuna, the fish, is called atún. Yes.
And sopa is soup and jabón is soap. And sapo is toad. Just sayin’.
Posed hose
Wednesday, 17 June 2015
It’s not that keys on this laptop have stopped working (as KW is dealing with), instead, this post is late due to…distraction? misapplied diligence? general slackness?
Had the photo from my wee-hours outing…so it’s not that.
Pals after all
Tuesday, 16 June 2015
Awakened early, and set out for my (way) pre-dawn prowl, timing based on my sl-o-w adjustment to the five-hour time change the other day….
Pretty quiet…a few robins a-bobbing. A couple of doves cooing.
Then, out of the shadows in my peripheral vision, something coming at me across the street from a particularly gloomy spot. Ohhh I said, and jumped, and the critter quickly backed off, as I turned my head and saw that the dark ghost was just a tabby trying to be friendly. Sorry, I apologized, and talked nice, and s/he came over, and I gave her/him a scritch behind the ears.
Pabst everywhere
Monday, 15 June 2015
One benefit of enduring (embracing) the east-to-west time change is that I’m awake pretty darned early. Given that this week the highs are predicted to be in the mid-90s, early is required for endurable (outdoor) exercise. So, I was out well before the sun brought much light to the sky, and all the night-security lights still lit up…even this venerable bar (aka pub).
Safe from squirrel-thieves
Sunday, 14 June 2015
Feel all warm and fuzzy having a tomato from my own garden finishing ripening on my kitchen window-ledge.
Bee green green
Saturday, 13 June 2015
Flower action shot. (Action by insect, including that evidence of absent ones that nibbled petals.)
Just saying: I notice more in the floral world than flowers…. I find the drape of these evergreen…strands…somehow as mellowing(?) as blooms.
I don’t know what the first one is (big tree, though), but I think the second is a chamaesyparis.
Weighed down in a happy, satisfied way by a fine grilled tenderloin and yummy brownie-ice-cream dessert…. Happy belated, JPB.
See the insect?
Friday, 12 June 2015
To dive back into my repeating series, Blooms I Found On My Walk, here’s a giant datura trumpet flower.
I went to sleep pretty darned early for an urban-dweller, and henciquently awakened while it was still pretty dark out. Now, back in the Old World where I was, at that hour it would be pretty light…. Latitude and all that….
Anyway, I took advantage of my awareness to walk early, re-immersing myself in summer humidity—and heat…before the sun-rays kicked up the thermometers.
Circle complete
Thursday, 11 June 2015
Saw this combo of plugs and immediately got swirled into the emotions, not just the functional decision-making, of making the change back to the New World. The lounge we waited for our fancy flight in had the first US-style outlets we’d seen our whole time in Britain-Scotland….
Not sure about the philosophy behind the implementation of the additional flip-switch for British-style plugs. Safer, I get that part. But many built-in appliances, etc., don’t have the back-up switch…although some do (e.g., hot shower I never got in a B&B because I didn’t figure out that I had to pull a cord to get the electric flowing…not mentioned in detailed instructions on inline water heater that I made a trip OUT of the bathroom to find my glasses to read…don’t get me started).
I did sleep some on the flight, waking up to this over-half-completed travel arc.
That meant we closed in on tea-time! I don’t think our attendants would have voted for these three-part caddys, which had to be assembled for each of us in…(change accent) Upper Class.
The Guru opted to burn through a pile of frequent-flyer miles for us to enjoy lay-down seating and all the attentions that accrue for such an expenditure. The on-the-ground lounges were eye-openers. Everything free…uh-hem, included in your ticket cost. We got showers and breakfast at the inbound lounge after we landed eastbound, and breakfast and other treats (stacks of papers, magazines) from the fancy outbound lounge when we left. I admit it takes the edge off of travel…leaving you with the time change. Yawn. Up to you-the-traveler to deal with….
Having used our Oyster cards to zip about London, and to get to the airport, we switched to MARTA to get home. One train and one bus, and we strolled the last bit in the fading rain to get to our house-and-home. Humidity! Yikes!
House fine; thanks especially to JPB for keeping an eye on the place and dislodging the drifts of mail from behind the door. The Guru even saw Mr. and Mrs. ShedMan of the Outer Hebrides (howdy!) when he was out fetching togo food….