Saturday, 11 March 2017
I’ve been meaning to get out front and photograph the redbud blooms. Wouldn’t you know I’d finally get out there when it was trying to start raining. BTW, this weather is supposed to be snow in the mountains north of us.
Friday, 10 March 2017
The other week I found this penny, just call me Old Sharpe Eyes, OSE for short. I cannot figure out how on edge got crushed like this, to an abruptly feathered edge.
Thursday, 9 March 2017
(Probably) jealous of family just returning after a week in Paris (rainy, but still: Paris!), I ogled these lovely French-style pastries, displayed here in the ATL. Dreaming….
Now macarons (not macaroons)…the fanciest display of them I have ever noticed was in Florence (multicolored, tall tower with ribbons and gold leaf—or perhaps my memory embroiders). Italy, not South Carolina. [Is Florence, SC, still “the place” to go for false teeth? Apologies for the mental jump….]
Wednesday, 8 March 2017
I saw something that caught my eye in the raindrops on the glass in the foreground juxtaposed with the light in the distant windows. The photo is fun, but different than what I was going for.
Tuesday, 7 March 2017
We had only maybe one hundred people show today, but we were strong! In the background, against the building…five minutes later there were three cops and four building security guys. Just standing there in dark uniforms or suit-jackets, shoulders back, shields glistening, eyes obscured by dark, dark-glasses. Chatting, watching, mostly just being present (none eating lunch this time, although the lunch-guy was in the mix). Reports you have heard of aggressive behavior by this group—are as false (alternate) as the talk that we’re paid to appear.
A bit of antidote-energy. Love these red, red tulips we saw the other day at the BotGarden. They’re getting rained on right now. Earlier, when we were downtown on the sidewalk, the rain sprinkled for maybe three minutes, then quit.
Monday, 6 March 2017
We sampled “Cardinal” tonight. It’s something like “Fortitude” without the sci-fi flavors (at least so far), and with a soupçon of “Broadchurch” and “The Tunnel”—set in Canada. Northish Ontario. So—cold, winter weather gets to be a character.
Oh, and we washed the new buggy. Pollen season is already beginning…. And this is a shrub honeysuckle. Not many blooms left, but they still are odiferous. In a (relatively) good way.
Sunday, 5 March 2017
So, GooEarth was…malfunctioning. I got the Guru involved (whine). He checked this and that and determined that I was suffering DNS problems. So, now I have a new Thang to check when…”refreshing” is failing….
In the larger world, specialists imploded the Georgia Archives building today (my taxes take a hit). And I understand many factions in WashDC are demanding investigations of this and that (more allocations of my taxes that do not benefit education, the environment, etc.).
Saturday, 4 March 2017
The white hyacinth is hanging on, unfazed (not un-phased) by weather irregularities.
What does Celtic mean to you? Other than a sports team…. I use it to refer to common elements of material culture. Not language. Not beliefs. Not an ethnic group. Jessayin.
Friday, 3 March 2017
They’re early, these daffies, and holding their own (storms, heat, cold, variable weather).
Azalea.
Soft focus here equals unsteady hands of the photog.
Thursday, 2 March 2017
Our weather yesterday evening was rainy and windy, but not awful. We got lucky.
I still didn’t sleep well, though.
This kind of shot is supposed to focus on the bud, and I admit that is what I was trying for, but the rosette of leaves is equally interesting, especially with the backlighting.