Friday, 15 May 2020
Playground in the time of covid.
Widest rickrack I’ve seen in ages honoring health care workers…in the time of covid.
Stain protection, in the time of ripe mulberries.
And just a house of (apparent) mystery. Gate latch is a keeper. And a kind of protection. [Wide-wide-angle.]
Thursday, 14 May 2020
Just move the garbage cans, and game time!
I went out early (like morning rather than afternoon) because I heard the afternoon would get warmer than conditions I wanted to adventure in. And I heard a high of nine-zero predicted for Sunday…rrrrrrr. First time since October…. Helllllll-ooooooh summer.
So making early rounds meant fewer people. No basketball players. Tree needing propping up.
And art! Art waiting for me! I’m special!
Wednesday, 6 May 2020
I’ve been looking for one of these this spring. I call them flower balls (in my mind). I suppose they are an ornamental allium?
NOT a murder hornet enshrined.
Tuesday, 5 May 2020
I’m pretty darned sure that on this day in 1862, there were no musical cacti in the Puebla area. Not a one.
Our mayor gets it; our household follows the mayor. And not the creepy, misguided governor. As does Fontaine’s. [Yummy fried oyster baskets there, BTW…when they are open.]
Monday, 4 May 2020
Growing up a few miles from Oldsmobile central, and several counties away from Ford central (and others), car talk, uncapitalized, was almost as frequent a topic as the weather. I remember hearing four-door and two-door much more commonly than their equivalents, sedan and coupe. The latter sound waaaay too “uptown” and worldly for my neighborhood.
This lot used to be full of shade-making vegetation. I miss it. If the doors are from the house or the pool-house, why are they on the sidewalk?
Thursday, 30 April 2020
Gwen Robbins Schug, in The Long View of Climate Change and Human Health on the American Anthropology Association website, writes:
Broadly speaking, bioarchaeology demonstrates that there are no grand narratives in human history. Small-scale societies are often resilient in the face of environmental change; mobility, flexibility, and adaptive diversity are a largely successful strategy for avoiding negative consequences…. Complex societies, in contrast, are often much more rigid and they are built on social inequality. When these large-scale societies overshoot—undergo rapid population growth and practice unsustainable agricultural overproduction in the context of rapid climate and environmental changes—those who are resilient and who survive the short-term crisis may experience other forms of suffering….
I’m not clear about the implied link between rigidity and social inequality, although I do see how inequality can be destabilizing, especially in times of food stress…short-term or long-term…. I am not commenting on how much this is now in some places in the USA and many places in the world.
Friday, 24 April 2020
I traipsed around different streets again, still on foot from the house. This sidewalk tunnel is within five houses each way of at least two properties that would be put on the market at over a million bucks. Why this sidewalk is ignored is a mystery to me.
Not far away, inside a mini-dead-end-loop, I found this teensy almost-park. With resident lichens that are five-star quality.
On the return leg, I found this over-vegetated fence, with a poisonous denizen…nasty amounts of PI with ordinary, non-toxic, vines.
BTW, fifteen feet is the social distancing gap recommended if a person is exercising or breathing hard—because those exhale-droplets are projected a far piece under those circumstances. FYI.
Tuesday, 21 April 2020
“Found objects” is a bit of a stretch, although it gets at what I’m thinking…. A chipmunk is not an object. You can quote me.
Artsy rock. Is this an Easter thing, to paint rocks and put them out instead of eggs?
Cement pond. The maroon color is from an Acer palmatum looming over the pond. Interesting light filter.
Another metallic paint study: burnt orange this time.
Sunday, 19 April 2020
In my cynicism-recovery mode (see yesterday), I found these pots to be harbingers of hope…hope for “new life.” I keep feeling the pull of the garden centers…gotta get some basil plants, if nothing else…how can I shape that into necessary and essential?
I first saw two chairs and a tabletop, and thought…street chess gone bad. Then, I realized the chairs are both facing downhill, and thought…waiting for someone to descend the staircase? Too many loose ends, however…spool end…mossy wall…it’s up to you….
