It wasn’t until I got home and looked at my photos that I realized that I could make a theme (two is a theme, right?) of cement yard art.
I think I prefer the pineapple, although I would have predicted I’d prefer the Japanese(?) lantern if they had been merely described to me. Is this how we learn about ourselves?
Off to the ABG on a warm sunny day—unseasonably warm and sunny. Still, I decided, I’ll take advantage!
I tried to get this shot last week, but it wasn’t in focus. Got it today.
Meanwhile, out in the sun, Pan played his two bronze(?) pipes. LoveLove the shadow.
These crocuses surprised me—seems pretty darned early for them, even in ATL. (#notmyyard #notmygarden)
The sign says “open,” but the restaurant’s really closed and for lease. It’s not that I’m a skeptic!—it really is!
This is just a simple, organic beauty shot, the kind I like so well…in this case, gleaming chestnuts from China.
Today’s a Random-Topic Friday in this little spot on the web.
The core part of the commercial area in the Ponce City Market is open, along with the parking garage (at least part of it anyway). I’m not sure about the housing/apartments. This part is more commercial. I laughed to see that it acquired graffiti before being finished.
This massive hole is next to the Old Fourth Ward Park, and the towering white crane was winging around as I approached the view port in the fence, w-a-a-y above my head. I’m assuming housing or mixed commercial and residential. Plus parking.
Between the Olympics and the BeltLine, Atlanta’s in-town infrastructure has changed over the last generation.
I thought about steps today, about architectural solutions to elevation change between the sidewalk and a house. Nothing monumental in that…just functional problem-solving.
This is simple, however—footprints in mud. People (sneakers) and dog.
Are Fitb_t steps (possibly simply footfalls?) simpler or more complex?
I have seen these outdoors at the BotGarden and in yards, but never looked them up. I found an identification plaque near this one in the BotGarden, but couldn’t tell if it was for this plant. A quick smart-phone search and…tada! this is a Fatsia spp (probably F. japonica). To me, the leaves look like a strange castor bean.
This striking flower cluster was in the BotGarden conservatory, and I did not look for a label. One of life’s mysteries….
We found many volunteers and employees of the ABG busy with mid-winter spiffing, indoors and out. When we were in the conservatory, we found many rakes and trimmings, but no people. Break time?
Overwintering Canada geese (and other waterfowl) in the park…these were swimming to a white-bread-spreading family…; is that the goose equivalent of Mc_Donald’s nutrition? Photo is to show that although we saw several ghosty shadows, mostly it was thoroughly overcast.
So, during her pre-dawn prowl, KW discovered—and photographed (a coup!)—a curious raccoon. During my midday prowl down this alley, I saw no raccoons, but I did smell a skunk. Scents don’t photograph (obviously), so you’ll have to imagine….
Bonus texture photo…this plant is vanquishing winter.
That weather system devolved into sunshine here in the Deep South, and cold morning temps became nearly balmy by mid-afternoon.
It looked like the wind blew the fountain spray onto the apron-stage overnight or in the wee hours creating icy formations, then the sun reduced them to rotting tubules. Probably this sequence only makes sense if you were there.
I’m not sure about the wind and I don’t know what the blue berries are. I do know the sun was glorious.
Late last night the storm settled in and the rain became white stuff. And accumulated. Not in the street, though.
By late afternoon, the wind and a slight rise in temps above freezing (but no sun) removed the snow from the mesh-table. Not warm enough to sit out for cocktails! 😉
We suited up, commensurate with the weather conditions, and braved the drippy rain to get some fresh air. The Guru wisely returned to the house just after it became true rain, while I made an additional loop. My aged raincoat started to let the moisture seep into the nape of my neck and I headed back to the warmth of the house about a dozen minutes behind him.
Later, well after dark, we got another spate of big, wet snowflakes, and I activated the flash and stepped outdoors to get a quick, impressionistic shot of cold weather in motion.