Musings

Hypothesizing…

Fake lake. Also called a pool. But a pool also can have non-chlorinated flowing water, and thus be real, as in natural, and not human-made. Or created by beaver damming….

In the dichotomy, you’d think this is a real lake. But, no…well, and yes. It’s dammed up, so some level of flowing. But, I think there was a marsh of sorts here in this little basin, which needs pumps and aeration to keep it from clogging back up into being a marsh again. It seems.

Many changes…light and so on

We made the transition to the winter quilt this week, so I’m noting that the seasons have officially changed.

Focus

The corporate Apple overlord awarded me three “free” months of AppleTV with the phone purchase, and we’ve been bingeing a bit. “Slow Horses” took a while to grow on me, and one season was a bit less interesting than the others, but: thumbs up.

It’s pink

This being Sunday, if I had figured I was this bad at flash photography, I could have read up on it. OTOH, I only took one photo, no mulligan.

Not lilac

It’s aster season, asters and mums, no?

Not customer

Should you be looking for pumpkin lights, they’re half-price at that Swedish chain. We instead brought home a pair of deep-ish white bowls.

Solar dazzler

Not enjoying this hot spell; yet, the light is inspiring.

Vota aquí

Today’s highlight: civic duty. Happily.

It’s early voting, and not all precincts are open, although ours is. We heard that yesterday, the first day of early voting, the state had a record turnout. Our precinct had four machines to receive ballots, and they each had totals of 450 to 500 votes since voting began…. Seems like a pattern.

Rosy view

I look at the lovely photos Apple releases to show off new camera capabilities, and I wonder how much the images’ve been tweaked…color balance, focus machinations, that kind of thing…all possible within the camera, either before or after snapping. Pretty sure.

Layers

Tonight’s book club hostess lives in an apartment complex that has a pool, hence this photo. It’s also pertinent to the book, which had many what you could call reflections (Ann Patchett’s “Whistler,” 2026)—recommended.