Spontaneity
Thursday, 10 September 2020
I tried some filter fun with some naturally distorted images (through dirty window-glass).
As you can tell, I didn’t spend long at it.
I like parts of both, but neither more than the other, on balance.
Thursday, 10 September 2020
I tried some filter fun with some naturally distorted images (through dirty window-glass).
As you can tell, I didn’t spend long at it.
I like parts of both, but neither more than the other, on balance.
Wednesday, 9 September 2020
“Where have all the flowers gone?” Girls may have picked, but they missed this one.
Tuesday, 8 September 2020
We’re seeing summer begin to give way to shorter days. I’ve been grooving on the low-angle light on the porch ceiling. I think this was briefly an outdoor porch, and it was closed in not terribly long after the house was built. My theory, anyway.
Also enjoying: mornings in the (admittedly upper) 60s.
Monday, 7 September 2020
Our current junk fiction series on the TeeVee is “Hamish Macbeth,” set in small-town Scotland. It’s an odd (uncomfortable?) mix of serious and silly. Some of the bridging music is a solo penny whistle, and the closed captioning describes it as melancholy, bright, and sometimes pensive.
Sunday, 6 September 2020
When I was a pre-literate tot and my dad identified these types of ’shrooms to me I heard “shell fungi.” It made sense to me because the tops looked rather like the Shell gas shells.
I felt let down when I found out they were really shelf fungi. Of course, that name makes sense, too.
Title from star-crossed Juliet who may never have seen such fungi by any name.
Saturday, 5 September 2020
I avoided being afoot in the neighborhood today (left knee cranky), but The Guru flew high. Photo by him. With gigantic thanks
Friday, 4 September 2020
Yeah, look at that hotness. Thank you for your filter, MsTree.
MrSun is arriving later, leaving earlier, yet still bringing high-80s temps. Yet, Summer, we see signs you’re waning.
Thursday, 3 September 2020
This shop space had a restaurant, then another restaurant, and another, just a long series of dining establishments over the last few decades that I’ve been watching. Then, with the January 2020 new year, one moved out, and we began watching that space. Soon, dumpsters showed up and workmen closed the sidewalk and raised dust…for quite some time. Then the dumpsters and workmen disappeared, no restaurant opened, and all has been quiet for months.
I can’t remember if these ornate frames are from the last restaurant, or the almost-restaurant. Now, they’re just waiting…to be wanted?
Wednesday, 2 September 2020
Apologies for turning to commands. But, it’s often a good plan to think 🤔 about what a sign says, and its particular context. 😀
In the first photo, the sign to the left of the door is promoting Impossible Burgers. The sign to the right is advertizing for a leasee. And, indeed it is impossible to get burgers here. 😢
And this: Sotheby’s advertises the FINE homes it sells. This, with the boarded up windows, is not a fine home. It’s a junker. And, IMHO, it’s a poor lot, with an apartment complex uphill to the left, at least a dozen units, students and young professionals…so, not a quiet block. Maybe there’ll be a Sotheby’s fine home here in the near future, but “fine” is degraded a bit, I think. 🙄
Tuesday, 1 September 2020
At least, that’s my explanation for why these two signs are four feet apart in the same cheese-case.
What doesn’t make sense is that not far away is a huge zone of multiple well-stocked buffet tables with at least sixty-seventy bins of food (partly) protected by a sneeze guard that was there pre-Covid.
Another example of logic in 2020.