Hallowed ground: leaves downed by wind/precip. I see sweet gum and tulip poplar donations.
Hallowed flora: mushrooms burgeoning with autumn moisture. Mushrooms always seemed to me to be plants and not-plants, as in not-green plants, and therefore suspect. Bimodal categories are so inflexible.
I mostly walked between more-rain, and trudged through the all-day flavor of less-rain.
Slight logo overkill plus fine wax coverage.
“Leaves of three, let it be.” But, no, not that species this time. Say: kooood-zoooo.
Entrance to the underworld? [Caves, etc., being a portal to the underworld is relatively common in mythologies around the world. BTW.]
As the sun emerged, fogginess materialized. And dew.
In the later sunshine, evidence of the seasons changing: seeds are coming.
Holiday fun: a modern spider tickles a see-ment lion. Boo!
See: blazing sunshine! Or: autumnal afternoon blazing sunshine?
We walked as far as we could north along the BeltLine. Seems like it’s usually “bridge closed,” but here it’s “after-bridge closed.”
Returning to the south into Piedmont Park, this big cooling fountain was going, although it wasn’t that hot.
Overhead: gorgeous blue, blue sky.
Leaf duo occupying park bench…I guess because people find it too damp?
Quick! [Toe instruction.]
Leaves are autumn-ing. Or green.
Seasonal ornament of the skeleton-ghost variety.
Decoration exuberance abounds in our neighborhood.
Meanwhile…the water was flowing (aka falling water).
And the sand-churners were practicing.
All photos with the widest lens (aka “ultra wide”); only the first did I alter the aspect ratio.
Our basil’s gone wild.
Black! flamingos. With scary red eyes!
I was on my perambulation late this morning, and plodding my way up a hill when I saw this ditcher-machine in the ready position in a trailer.
I passed two more construction vehicles and then spotted this mess across the street. Out of the frame behind shrubberies above the tubing and waterfall were three guys busy with shovels. I’m guessing they wished the yard were flatter and they could use the ditcher. Red clay mud is no fun.
Later, I came across this birdbath. Are those stylized cardinals? I don’t think of the cardinal as a birdbath species, but I’ve never had a birdbath to watch to study/learn attendees.