Monday, 31 October 2022
First tricker-treaters: 5:15. Not dark at all.
When I was a kid, I remember taking the after-dark part seriously. I wanted it to be dark. Lack of light adds to the scariness, you know. That and long shadows…perhaps in motion. Eek.
Last trickers: same pair at 5:15.
Conclusion: we get the leftover candy. Reeses cups. Yay.
Tuesday, 25 October 2022
After I returned from a short-ish walk, JCB asked me how many election signs I saw. Hmmm. None that I noticed, but many, many Halloween decorations. I thought this was the most creative, especially from this angle.
Sunday, 2 October 2022
Does this look like a shrine? It is not meant to be a shrine. It did not begin as a shrine.
Also: when was the last time you saw a boom-box in action?
Beautiful autumn day, with some outdoor chores, and a fine evening meal. Lucky us.
Also: news from the garden across the road…we have moved past the fence electrification season. This means the critters can access the maize and whatever they crave, without getting a buzz on.
Saturday, 10 September 2022
We attended a VIC (Very Important Celebration) south of The Bridge this evening. We did not anticipate crossing it with 1300, yes: thirteen-hundred, tractors, dating from the 50s through the 70s mostly (I’d guess). So glad they were northbound when we were southbound. I don’t know how long the line they made was but it was longer than The Bridge by a considerable distance. The toll lady when we returned northbound (after dark and after tractors) said they prepaid to cross with their event registration, so they were waved through the toll booth without needing to stop.
Friday, 2 September 2022
Is this not an exceptional representation of the concept of alternatives, of options, of possibilities and choices. Which spigot? Which hose? Which color?
Saturday, 27 August 2022
I did this and that today, and in between read a few pages of “The Catalogue of Shipwrecked Books,” by Edward Wilson-Lee (2018). It’s about the library that the second son of Christopher Columbus amassed, larded with detailed stories about the father, of course. I kept having to check on Wikipedia pages to get more context than Wilson-Lee offered. I was especially curious about the geography of central-northern Spain, which wasn’t Spain then. And map pages do load slowly here in the hinterlands.
Wednesday, 24 August 2022
It, indeed, was a foggy morn, but there was more than that going on. Here’s the earliest light. Just magical. My eye found more pink in the sky than this shows. If you like pink.
This was at the beach mid- to late-afternoon. I think this is a native mint/mint family. Love the flower-collar at the leaf junctions. [Kindly substitute the botanical terms, if you know/care about them.]
Thursday, 18 August 2022
When I was first learning archaeological lab techniques for handling artifacts, I was told, and rightly so, that cleaning, even if done carefully, was likely to remove more than “dirt,” and whatever else got removed might be significant.
If you can follow that run-on sentence.
I have to laugh at some of the reactions to the “Chroma: Ancient Sculpture in Color” exhibit at the MET in NYC. It includes Greek and Roman sculptures that we almost always see in naked marble or other material, as if they were not painted when originally displayed…even though the fine art professionals that put them on display and analyze them know darned well that paint flecks are still embedded on their surfaces.
Without a doubt, they were painted. And painted brightly. Take a look…wait, here’s an example. This is “Reconstruction of a marble finial in the form of a sphinx” by Vinzenz Brinkmann (link).
Sunday, 7 August 2022
Watching “Emily in Paris” (saison deux) for the exteriors in Paris.
Title does not refer to photo; flowers are not trees.
Saturday, 6 August 2022
Word to the wise: do not confuse “The Lincoln Lawyer” with “The Lincoln Highway.” The first is a TV series; the second is a book. Neither is about Abe; however, IMHO a case could be made that he should get royalties.