Sunday, 21 August 2022
It’s official. We’ve reached the land of calm waters (at present)…
…and glowing white birches.
Life is good. [Also no extraneous critters that breathe (like mice or bats) were in the house, only a few dead “bugs” (like flies and spiders).]
Saturday, 20 August 2022
We rolled out of Big A-Town as the sun came up. Whew.
And, after many hours, we rolled into (and through) The Motor City, headed for pizza in a ’burb with long-time friends. Whew.
Friday, 19 August 2022
This is where I’ve been dumping the coffee grounds. They are fresh…and yet, look, they’ve been colonized! I shouldn’t be surprised, I guess, as I do know that fungi are decomposers.
Thursday, 18 August 2022
When I was first learning archaeological lab techniques for handling artifacts, I was told, and rightly so, that cleaning, even if done carefully, was likely to remove more than “dirt,” and whatever else got removed might be significant.
If you can follow that run-on sentence.
I have to laugh at some of the reactions to the “Chroma: Ancient Sculpture in Color” exhibit at the MET in NYC. It includes Greek and Roman sculptures that we almost always see in naked marble or other material, as if they were not painted when originally displayed…even though the fine art professionals that put them on display and analyze them know darned well that paint flecks are still embedded on their surfaces.
Without a doubt, they were painted. And painted brightly. Take a look…wait, here’s an example. This is “Reconstruction of a marble finial in the form of a sphinx” by Vinzenz Brinkmann (link).
Wednesday, 17 August 2022
This morning, this slope was saplings and ivy, over and over. We brought in a trio of pros with chainsaws, and the saplings are chipped and gone. We have ivy removal chores ahead of us. Whew. Better than it was.
Tuesday, 16 August 2022
Even though it was sometimes rather warm on the Galápagos, it was generally temperate or cool in the Quito Valley area. I think my body reset for autumn cool, and even though the highs all week are predicted only in the 80s (ONLY), I’m feeling indolent, lazy, and slothful these days.
Monday, 15 August 2022
Later in the evening than usual, I picked a picture, massaged it to the extent it could be improved, and “made” a blog version. Then I got sleepy and went to bed without generating words.
Sunday, 14 August 2022
I got some patio time on a friends’ patio, and found this loverly bloom. Actually there was a pot of them, but I thought this was the most perfect-rime.
Saturday, 13 August 2022
There is something in this window-view that could work aesthetically. This version is closer than recent attempts, yet exceedingly meh.
Friday, 12 August 2022
Drove over to Little A-Town and enjoyed a fine grilled burger-fest. And imposed upon our hosts with a tranche of South American photos. Although they wouldn’t say imposed.
Fly posing on basil.