Musings

Look at this photo. Study it. Imagine yourself looking at this view, living this moment.

What do you feel?

Me, in that moment: happy. I smiled for real. Sunshine and daffodils are a powerful combination.

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I’m postulating that the car and the adjacent camellia have a relationship, after all these years spending nights and many days together. In this vein, I’m guessing this is a delayed valentine bloom-gift from the plant to the vehicle.

Or something.

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I was thinking about old technology today, older than this: obsidian tools. Several decades ago I was told that some surgeons used obsidian for surgery because the edges will thin to one atom (?). I imagine that today there are lasers and other instruments that are even finer.

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Aren’t plants amazing?

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The BeltLine is a 22-mile route captured from abandoned train tracks to make a pedestrian corridor that encircles downtown. Long-range plans call for a light-rail streetcar to parallel the walking/cycling corridor.

On the left is the old rail corridor. Parallel is something under construction, except that the workers are taking a break. I assume the streetcar line will fit along here. This view is from the Park Drive Bridge into Piedmont Park.

On another note, here’s some architectural detail of the west façade of the Dockside building at the (south)west end of Lake Clara Meer in the park, with some blue, blue sky.

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I strolled around the easternmost of Atlanta’s string of Olmstead linear parks. Its along a tributary of Lullwater Creek—I couldn’t find its name, but the park is Deepdene. The trails have a half-dozen stepping-stone crossings like this. Some of the stones are askew and haven’t been realigned in years.

Here’s a spot where I found a nice, clear pool framed by ferns. Lovely, despite the traffic noise.

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I’ve been wearing a ballcap when walking lately, but the light seemed bright this afternoon, so I switched back to the shadier 360° broad-brimmed hat.

Here’s the sun showing off making the arty planter appliqué even more dramatic. Also, I can tell the daylength is increasing.

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Haven’t seen pomelos for a while; their size always surprises me. We used to buy them in Oaxaca. The pith is thick; the flesh is like grapefruit—and it’s a grapefruit ancestor. TMI?

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When I moved here, this was a relatively new sculpture, lacking moss-n-lichens. Pet-owner hygiene practices meant we nicknamed this small spot of open terrain+art the Dog 💩 Sculpture. At present, dog-walkers are very conscientious and I haven’t seen deposits here in years. [I read an article this past week about dog 💩 parasites, so I’m very glad my exposure is drastically reduced.]

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For no reason I can fathom, this afternoon I was thinking about this meal, a fabulous (understatement) fish stew called Marmite du Pêcheur. It’s a specialty at harbor-side restaurants of Marseille, and is traditionally served with a side of mustard (in shadow, foreground), shreds of hard cheese, and little rounds of bread to help sop up the liquid. I don’t remember what the beverage was, other than it had lots of mint (far right).

I don’t usually have graphic food memories years later, and all I can figure is that it’s an artifact of this crud I’ve had for the last three days…a sore-throat cold. I guess I could have fessed up to the crud in yesterday’s bug report.

By the way, we had the lovely luncheon on 26 February 2018, so almost exactly six years ago.

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