Bee a cutie
Wednesday, 16 July 2025
Universal reason #8 for out-of-focus photo: very hot-and-muggy, so I didn’t hang around to take a proper photograph, and not merely a snap.
Okay, admit it: you smiled (or at least thought about it inside).
Musings
On edge
Saturday, 12 July 2025
It’s a wild weekend here in the ATL, with Beyonce doing cowboy hat concerts downtown, and the baseball folks congregating on the north-side ahead of the All-Star game on Tuesday. I’m glad we’re just outside of those orbits.
Where are you from?
Friday, 11 July 2025
Seeking words to add to this photo, I discovered that coneflowers (Echinacea) are native to eastern and central North America. That surprised me…in a good way. I often figure (erroneously) that pretty garden flowers are from elsewhere, like Asia and Africa.
Bonus: dahlias are also New World—from the Basin of Mexico area, as I understand it.
I do not know how to pronounce O’odham
Wednesday, 9 July 2025
Just before dark, thunder boomed and moisture descended. This photo was from the earliest moments of The Arrival.
I’m not in a desert by any means, yet this event made me think about Gary Nabhan’s slim volume The Desert Smells Like Rain (1982). The title is from an observation by a Tohono O’odham child, a native of the Sonoran Desert, as I recall. [Link to read more about the O’odham by the O’odham.]
Road stories
Saturday, 28 June 2025
We had maybe eight cars in front of us at the toll booth. We could see the northbound traffic going on and on. The back up started at the very top of the brige, and by the density of traffic we saw south of there, it backed up further within just a short time. Soooo glad we were southbound.
But why so much traffique? Model change-over?
This Ohio slow-down must have just happened before we got to it. I saw one vehicle and one person (neither looking damaged, although the car was pointed north and had a soft rear tire, oops) standing outside it talking to cops and firefighters. I wasn’t rubber-necking, though, mind you. 😉
Note the general haziness in the bridge picture (high, thin smoke?), and the pretty darned clear sky in the second photo…further south in Ohio, after dark, we came upon wet pavement, and these drippy roses in a rest area (obv: evidence of rain).
That’s it. I’m going to avail myself of the easy upload using my phone hotspot…such efficiency! 😎
We’ve been seeing lots of fireworks as we continue south toward KY…several towns were having strawberry festivals, but not in Dayton or Cincinnati. Curious. 🤩
Only choice, plus binnacle
Thursday, 19 June 2025
We found the darkest purple lilacs I remember ever seeing, which we found on the Seul Choix lighthouse grounds.
There’s the light, with the keeper’s home to the left. [Apologies for the exaggerated keystoning.]
It’s on a point that projects out in the M of HOMES.
Contrast that with “our” lake. That’s a round rock (perhaps/probably rounded by humans, and thus an artifact) atop a binnacle. Because of this weighty binnacle that was on/near our beach, that word was part of the vocabulary of the kids who grew up in my generation on this property, and probably would not otherwise have been familiar with the term. Now, why there was a binnacle of this scale here, I do not know, because it’s way too large for a ship/boat on this lake, but not for one a HOMES lake.
Making tracks (none shown)
Saturday, 7 June 2025
Perhaps my last lupin shot of the year…I thought this ombre specimen unusual, with the almost purple low blooms graduating to light pink at the top.
Proof of exodus: The Bridge. Note heavy overcast, which I call smoke-AZ. AZ not as in Arizona, but a riff on, you guessed it, hazy. BTW, these were the first of several groups of motorcyclists we saw—Saturday outings, I’m guessing.
Here’s redecoration underway, a redo of the picnic tables and grills, it looks like, at a rest area.
We spotted this rigged pickup at another rest area. I do not think it’s set up for making street view photos for Google or similar. I think it’s for (video) camera work…but wildlife spotting, looking into a vehicle it’s leading or following, or, hmmm, generic influencer imagery, perhaps.
Enough. We’re trying to escape from Ohio.
MaNachur & human anchor
Thursday, 5 June 2025
Last night was quiet, and with all the moisture after the rain, the situation was perfect for the sun to make ground fog. Lovely.
Before the sun got up very high, I took various tools and buckets and drove the car to the other end of the swamp to do some hogweed extraction from the ditch. I’m convinced this is where the ones in our field came from. I did a similar removal session several years back, but I hadn’t realized how big the survivors have gotten. I removed all that looked like they’d make seeds this year. Several were too embedded in roots to extract their roots, so the “crop” will continue. I’ll try to get after them again before summer’s end.
Our big excitement was this evening, when we attended a murder mystery dinner theater play. It’s the first time I ate next to a dead guy—Mr. Cooper his name was. We had a great good time, and I even guessed the killer, although not the whole back story and motivation.