Musings

I was so focused on the sun-lit golden beech leaves hanging on, as they do, that I missed the (probably privet) branch boldly sneaking into the frame from the left.

Posted at 7:22 PM | Comments Off on Darn

Predictions are a bit warmer each day this work-week. This photo is from two days ago. The flower is open now, but it was overcast today, so a less aesthetic photo opportunity.

Posted at 7:16 PM | Comments Off on Merged realities

I can’t see because the lot’s surface is enough above the sidewalk, but my theory is that the people in the house to the right bought the lot to the left and had the house that was there removed. Gone. And my theory is they had a pool installed (lot now completely fenced), although I can’t see it. I will listen for water noises when it gets warmer out. Anyway, more hypothesizing: this apparent driveway is not for daily use.

Posted at 9:13 PM | Comments Off on Nice sod

Ah, the BeltLine-adjacent apartment project is moving along. I should have figured before when I saw the wooden “decking” that it was really part of a large concrete form. Here’s the floor curing.

Over at the firehouse, the concrete is leaving the project—chunked, piled up and ready to go.

Posted at 6:32 PM | Comments Off on Concrete report

This Brit phrasing worked/works for today. All day the temp dropped. It was breezy then windy. And the morning’s intermittent drizzle finally ended late afternoon. Unless you were immersed in [fiction] [something else], weather likely dominated your psyche and awareness.

Posted at 7:51 PM | Comments Off on Rubbish weather

More That Corner news: those excavators seemed like birds watching over their nest, the deep square-cornered excavation under the steel plate. And another wrapped-up-against-the-elements jacketed pump.

Posted at 8:30 PM | Comments Off on Rain day

I discovered that this afternoon the work-folk had moved their destruction locus to the front of the fire-station. I was lucky in that the machine operator was taking a break, and I passed by enjoying blissful silence. I never quite understood the function of this little porch that was either too hot or too cold to sit on. And the wee step, in today’s world, might be considered dangerous and a boundary to access (not axis—doncha love homonyms). Looks like it’ll be gone…very soon.

Posted at 8:02 PM | Comments Off on Rat-a…quiet (repeat)

A different construction site: rehab in a nearby firehouse and its back parking lot. I wonder what furniture etc is stashed in the storage containers…bunk beds?

Posted at 7:33 PM | Comments Off on Rat-a-tatt-tatt-tatt (repeat)