Wednesday, 14 February 2024
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.
Sunday, 11 February 2024
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.]
Wednesday, 31 January 2024
Local bar hilarity. Also price without tax.
I called this “top down.”
Tuesday, 30 January 2024
We made a quick trip to the neighborhood hardware store for minor necessities, glad to support the local vs the big-box only a few more blocks away. Over in the paint section, we found Saffron, sleeping the afternoon away as only a happy cat can, despite how many customers were galumphing up and down the aisles (like us 🤣).
And over in the garden area, the indoor section, I found this humidification zone, don’t know how it works, but the steaminess is a nice effect. 😌
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.]
Thursday, 11 January 2024
O4W stands for Old Fourth Ward. The northern part of that neighborhood, according to the present boundaries, is centered around Historic Fourth Ward Park, which is where there was a spring, and now there’s a pond that’s designed to impound stormwater. Here’s a bridge to nowhere, or a pier, over that water.
All the buildings on the right, and most of those at the far end, have been built since the park, and the BeltLine trail you can’t see (to the right behind the buildings), were established less than a generation ago. The star-shaped pattern is from the aerator fountain, which stopped just as I snapped this (just the way I timed it haha).
Sunday, 7 January 2024
Photo from this day in 2020. Never quite grasped the logic behind “the world is your oyster.” Oysters are slimy and evanescent. Their shells are durable and hang around for thousands of years. If the saying refers to pearls, as some allege, why doesn’t it use the word pearl? I’d rather find parallels, and hope, with oyster shells.
Sunday, 31 December 2023
I had some grand idea about suggesting a parallel between sunshine and…prosperity…but, instead, I’ll just say…well, the first fireworks went off within my hearing at 6:50 this evening.
Saturday, 30 December 2023
On the 23rd, this was a near-empty tree lot with assorted fenced-in detritus abandoned…I thought. However, someone swooped in and the tree lot detritus no longer lingers. The only remaining clue of the sales lot that moved hundreds of trees is a line of blown-in leaves where the fence was (foreground).
Thursday, 28 December 2023
Sometimes I pick a picture, then time passes…and I think I’ve posted for the day. Even if I didn’t. Oops. [Delayed post.]