Back in the bad old days, life forms were rated as to, well, sophistication.
In that hierarchy, these would have been lesser life forms. And “lesser” was freighted with all kinds of superior qualities.
Me, I think fungi and lichens and mosses and the like are very complex. And sophisticated…biologically, for sure! So there!
Also, at something like 2am the winds are supposed to really kick in. I’m not looking forward to that. The eye is supposed to pass just west of us, so that means we’re getting the worst of it, whatever it is this far inland.
I was lucky that this cluster of blooms was large enough that it had multiple bees…and I was additionally lucky that I could capture one’s soul.
Evening view. I hear that from midnight tonight until moon Thursday we are to have rain rain and more rain, with lightning for something like eight hours of that. Should make for an interesting drip drip walk tomorrow, ¿eh?, yet no bees?
I keep thinking these gigantic trumpet blooms are Nicotiana spp., but they aren’t—they’re Brugmansia spp. [Botanically related, but different.] Crossed wires in my brain, I guess….
Not easy to make a good shot from below without more gear and time than a casual walker-photographer.
I’m back in the city, around imposing skylines…
…and buildings. Here, I found my eye going to the plants and pots in the lower windows. I walked around the right side of the building, and that right lower apartment had potted plants in every window. Smallish pots, less than 5/6 inches across…yet no grow light operation.
I remember that when our mayor established Covid-restrictions for the city that playgrounds were closed. And this one indeed had something like crime scene tape around it, around the legs of the swing set and the like. No sign of that now. And attendance has soared.
Burgundy tinted fuchsia. If you squint, it looks almost velvety. I do not know what this flower is, although I assume its seeds and genes have been wrenched from far away, perhaps from a tropical source. A hypothesis, anyway. [I admit: title doesn’t fit this photo.]
Over the last few days we’ve south-shifted our latitude, driving mile after mile, leaving winter-is-pending. This means we’ve moved back to late summer.
And the evidence suggests it’s been a bit rainy. Fungi loves a bit of moisture. And some warmth…saw a prediction of 81°F high today On My New Watch. From Wea-Channel data/sponsor.
That’s a big change from frost on the pumpkins, roof, grass, and possibly deer napping overnight curled up in the orchard at our previous latitude. High of 75°F predicted for tomorrow…guess I should walk earlier rather than later, no?…for more temperate exercise conditions.
Our first stop was the best…to see loved ones and their New Home! Just darned lovely. All of it. Next time, we’ll stay longer than just for coffee, laughs, and covid-careful hugs.
This was at a later stop, for pure leg stretching…and a few photos. It was a church parking lot. I’m a tad confused with all the nekkid humanoids on the decorative band on this bell, set in the center of the loop from the drop-off awning to the parking lot. My impression is that it was a darned conservative church, and they don’t usually go in for nekkid imagery. Or perhaps I’m making an unwarranted assumption.
Dramatic skies can confuse modern digital cameras. This is a different direction, perhaps two minutes after the bell shot. Still: pretty pretty.
Speaking of nekkid, Trevor Noah used a wonderful phrase I hadn’t heard before in a clip the Guru showed me, describing folks wearing their masks at, well, rather half staff: nose nudity. You may find me working it into conversations soon….
We left all this loveliness today…my mother’s bell collection (do not know why bells), a painting by The Guru’s mom, and a painting by the local physician ca. 1960. His grandson is now a town doc…unless he’s retired now, too, like his dad-doc. I can’t keep up.
We zoomed high above this freighter…strange light, moderate waves, kinda windy on the bridge.
Long day…now behind us as we relax in a nameless hotel by another lake. Waiting for winter, ready or not. Truth: we’re readier than we were.
I went out to see the dawn, and found a skim of ice on the barrel en route. Love low-angle sunlight.
And, as I slipped under this branch to capture the brilliant orange light, I found this abandoned home. I looked closer, and found well over a dozen more. I don’t know if they were made by friend or foe.
Got in one final walk. I’ll remember this view often over the months to come.
Am I drawn to contrasts as I take photographs every day…
…or are contrasts just an inherent component of many pairs of photos?
Ladies and gentlemen, damas y caballeros, children and caballos—we have here: day and night. Pretty darned big contrast, ¿no?
Yes, at that moment the darkening sky was that blue…but the haziness is I think due to an imperfect focus rather than natural mist or haziness.