A moment
Sunday, 21 January 2024
On a clear day…when the moon is out in the daytime, and the sky is blue blue blue, and a huge jet takes off and catches the sun…well, there can be a moment. Like this.
Sunday, 21 January 2024
On a clear day…when the moon is out in the daytime, and the sky is blue blue blue, and a huge jet takes off and catches the sun…well, there can be a moment. Like this.
Saturday, 20 January 2024
With bright sunshine and the right garment-age, I stayed warm despite the brrrrrr wind chill. This lawn-weed is curled up in protest—and in deep shade, poor thing.
Friday, 19 January 2024
This was the dusk/sunset sky. Now the moonlight is streaming in the skylight. This sets up the “clear and cold” we’ve been told to expect…arrgh, lows in the teens the next THREE nights…unseasonably cold. Brrr. Yeah, NOT Atlanta weather.
Thursday, 18 January 2024
Five minutes later, this prismatic effect had disappeared.
Wednesday, 17 January 2024
I think this analog assessment…
…is protected from the worst of the weather, and the digital, official measurement is even colder.
Meanwhile (I’m not Colbert, but it’s a good word), the wind chill was a big, fat, flat-out zero.
Tuesday, 16 January 2024
This day was backwards, in that all day the temperature dropped…even though it was sunny—thankfully. It’s now 16°F and still dropping. Glad we have the “big” duvet out!
The reflective surface is the thickly polyurethaned Uncle Bob Table…because The Guru’s Uncle Bob made it…years ago. It’s a piece of our heirloom furniture.
Monday, 15 January 2024
Five of the next six mornings are to be below freezing (as was this morning), and three of those are in the teens.
Where are my overpants? 🤣
Sunday, 14 January 2024
Here’s the story of a brave tree that repeatly offers blossoms in December and January and other winter months…or maybe the genetics of not making fruit screw up its flowering patterns.
Is this an ethical dragon…I mean, eating gnomes…? But, then, can dragons be ethical? Or maybe it’s a dinosaur, and, we’re seeing merely that worlds have collided. [Oh, and note bulb foliage behind the monster.]
Saturday, 13 January 2024
Sometimes, I need to stick to visual aesthetics and avoid minutia and thoughtful ideas (sometimes long-winded). Here’re assorted curves.
Friday, 12 January 2024
Our favorite fisherman is now casting in the big pond in the sky, you might say, as of this afternoon. We are grieving, and also glad that he is now at peace. These are not easy times, but the wheel of life turns this way and that, and today’s turn took our favorite hunter-gatherer. These were two of the four keepers he caught this lucky day back in September 2021. They were fine eating. We miss him greatly.