Musings

Yeah, I know, this peony’s past its prime. It’s still stunning. And I quite enjoy the juxtaposition of the petal-pink with the distinctive green of the lichens.

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Variation on the bramble and the rose? Yucca and roses?

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Glory in this late dogwood bloom, still hanging on…as temps climb to crest in the 80s each day this week. Yikes.

H&W = humid and warm

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Here’s a ham and cheese salad. It was what was in the fridge.

However, the ham is speck and the cheese is sharp cheddar, so I guess it’s a modern, tadah, fusion cuisine dish.

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I was reading about Chaco Canyon prehistory today and got to thinking: when was it we were there? Turns out: almost exactly a decade ago. Here’s a very large kiva, not sure where.

Pretty sure these are some of the rooms back against the cliff at Chetro Ketl. When were these places in use? About a thousand years ago. And still amazing.

These are scanned slide images (thank you, Guru). A different modern time, too.

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Big public activities today requiring hats or requiring no-hats, and sometimes changes of hats. These two had the fanciest hats, hands down. Several times over.

On this side of the pond, many lady-hats and some man-hats at the event in Kentucky (although I didn’t watch). None with goose-egg jewels.

Not my photo…goes without saying, eh?

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Two years ago we visited Shoshone Falls, on the Snake River, in Idaho. We got within a hundred miles of that spot when we creased Idaho about a month ago. For whatever it’s worth.

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Reading “South Riding” (by Winifred Holtby, 1936), a novel of its time (as many of them are). The clever (?) twist of the name is there is no South Riding in the real UK, although Britain has an East, West, and North version; also the word riding derives from the Viking term for thirds, so…still clever: no fourth version. Still, “South Riding” works as a novelized anthropological study of the people, places, and political machinations of eastern Yorkshire, north of Hull, after WWI and before WWII.

So distinctive, the heart-shaped leaves of Cercis canadensis, the eastern redbud.

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I did a bit of digging, and on this day in 2017, that is six years ago, we were roaming on foot around Dublin.

Here, we had a windy afternoon (sigh: again). And a shooting in Midtown ATL; cops say they’ve got the perp, although local stations are still covering it as breaking news. Really.

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This is day three of windy windy windy afternoons. Not enjoying the tension engendered….

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