I’ve been a bit antsy for several days to get out of town, that is: OTP—outside the perimeter. No rain today, so we scooted. And headed to Russell Cave, owned by these United States, up in far northeast Alabama. This is the view from the cave, used by way-back peoples. Today it was a bit damp, and the creek below had water, but was not in flood.
We took what I thought was a short nature trail; I had it wrong. We went up and up, switchback after switchback. I kept thinking, “I’m glad it’s not wetter; this moss must get slippery!”
With the leaves off, we had some views of Doran’s Cove, the valley below.
And, as we left the cove, we saw a flock of wild turkeys. They were jumpy and headed for the woods when we stopped…only a few stragglers left. Pretty birds, these gals.
Physiographically, this area is Ridge-and-Valley. Here we are heading up the west flank of Lookout Mountain, working our way back toward the ATL. Sun’s out!
The Guru mentioned how great the light angle was, so we headed over to that big mound site just outside Cartersville on the bank of the Etowah (clue there!). The Guru was right; the light was fantastic, and there was some wind, but Droney got the shots. And video (not posted). That line of trees between the plowed field and the grass around the mounds is in a massive ditch—defensive, plus where the fill to build the mounds came from, no?
I don’t usually shoot through tree branches like this at a longer view. It matched the overcast feel, I thought.
Stopped by for another quick look at the gold Ford. Ex-cop car, it seems.
Not sure why I liked this partly in-the-building truck. The juxtaposition of the orange cone, perhaps?
Murky day, although I did walk to the park, do a limited circuit, and walk back. Dodging a few raindrops now and then.
On the return leg, I passed a landscaper trailer piled with sod. Strange stuff, sod. Where I come from, it was grown on sandy loam. This is on what looks like a clay mixture. Can’t figure out why, other than this part of this state has more clay soils than loamy soils.
Did I have a flash card with tenebrous on it when I was studying for the GREs? Sure don’t remember ever using that word in a sentence…and now in a headline? Sheesh. 😀
That is, it was truck day in our neighborhood. Visiting trucks. Working trucks. And truck-workers.
Garbage day, of course; that accounted for garbage and recycling vehicles. Plus cable and communications (like this guy…in hardhat) trucks of various sorts. Plus assorted landscaper and yard-guy/gal vehicles, some dailies, some pickups with trailers. Plus delivery vehicles…mostly Amazon, with various others including stubby post office trucks.
You get the idea.
And one car I noticed—yeah, not a truck. From the words on the side it seemed that it carried a portable baby sonogram machinery/operator, if I read it right. New one on me.
Cold snap here…this made me think of our Santa Fé weather rock….
This, however, is all Atlanta…not a bit of Santa Fé.
Narrator comment: Me, I wouldn’t park in that spot.
The two-kay mixed use complex on the other side of the connector is anchored, in a sense, by the blue-white place (aka Ikea)…
…and the red-white place (aka Tarzhay). We walked between the two…
…and saw for the first time on foot a two-kay arc de triomphe…which, surprisingly, has a museum downstairs. [Why?] That we didn’t enter, leaving a mystery.
Got passed by a three-locomotive train when we were afoot. Wooooo-ooooo.
Confession: only shopped in Ikea; bought batteries that the Guru wanted and a plastic cover for use in the microwave. They don’t last forever, you know.
Further confession: it was a grey grey grey day, overcast and precipitating…but, somehow, okay even so.
New-to-me denizen of the neighborhood.
Last-month’s denizens still hanging around.
Flower time. Ornamental red quince?
This looked better, slightly better anyway, before the computational clarification of the shadowy zones.
On the other hand, this shot would have been a total dud without computational magic.
What qualifies as weird weather? I’d say today did/does. There was not-rain, rain, then mostly not-rain. And wind developed. Some sunshine—this overplays it. Note the mistletoe infestation in that oak to the right. Wind continues…maybe snow-bits in the mountains overnight. Brrr.
I don’t remember looking this plant up before, probably because I thought I knew the name. But, nooooo. It’s not forsythia (which I knew it wasn’t); it’s not scotch broom (why did I think it was? ignorance!). It is winter jasmine.
Wee cow sculptures…a front-yard’s worth.
Big Bud to Little Bud: “How you?”
Little Bud to Big Bud: “K. How you?”
Went for my walk earlier than usual, had a hunch the weather would get worse…so I ventured into sprinkles and Seattle-type mist…and accomplished my HR* goals. Can’t say I got my Vitamin D for the day, however.
* Heart rate.