Sunday, 29 December 2019
We’re not at the beach. Someone is using this columella to decorate their piedmont planting bed.
Sometimes plants look like plants, and not ambulatory critters.
However, sometimes if you look closely, plant parts can look like animal parts. Bark is skin…is bark. Sometimes.
Saturday, 28 December 2019
I couldn’t decide which order for today’s pictures, that is: which order might have a story line. Got nothing. So, here’s pretty…
…followed by a…well: tree of life…tree of lost items…a baby toy and a Atlanta United garment.
And above it all: an overcast sky. [The camellia snap was from yesterday.]
Forgive my disorientation. We’re just over half-way through the final season of “Mr. Robot,” and the story line is still in flux. And thus so am I.
Ho dee ho.
Friday, 27 December 2019
Now that’s a bright blue Ford. It is a Ford, right? But not a flatbed…and not slowing down…it’s fully stopped.
I call this yellow jasmine, although some call it yellow or Carolina jessamine. Jasmine and jessamine may sound the same—or not—depending on the speaker.
Despite the blooms in the image above, it’s leaves-down season here (many non-deciduous species flourish, however), and a bit overcast today. Love having this piece of woods in the midst of the city.
Thursday, 26 December 2019
Oh, the title? Something I saw on an ancient IBM screen during the latest season of “Mr. Robot.” [Backstory: we binged through “Mrs. Maisel” like there was no tomorrow, and now we’re enjoying a totally different genre.]
Meanwhile…we missed boxing activities…and boxes. Yay British traditions.
Tuesday, 24 December 2019
Unseasonably warm today, and I found bees busy on the neighbor’s rosemary. None of the Wise Dudes carried rosemary…too plebeian?
Possible proof that the critters in the manger (probably actually a house) included a Levantine wiener dog?
Outdoor bow…strong backlight…robust color…okay, I went for the EZ snapshot. Especially liked the twist tie.
Monday, 23 December 2019
Shhh: quietly…from what I saw, the wind last night and today brought down only small dead sticks…thankfully.
Some free libraries are so cute! The octopus-pirate connection is a mystery to me.
Saturday, 21 December 2019
So, Christmas—headlined in the banner—is about Jesus, and facts about his life are slim. As I understand it, the drummer boy is singular, and added to the mythology L-O-N-G after the man died. So, that here there are twins wearing outfits modeled on modern military uniforms means…this is an example of sociopolitical evolution.
WDM? [Meaning, what doesn’t match?]
Friday, 20 December 2019
I’m in the mood for a cheery, uplifting, seasonal, gauzy bow. I rarely am, but today’s the day for it!
Thursday, 19 December 2019
Driving across North America, we usually seek a balance between moving along and stopping for necessities. This necessity stop was in Greenville, Mississippi, where the county welcome center is a pseudo-steamboat.
With informative and well-made displays upstairs about local residents and events. This is the home county of Jim Henson, and where he invented Kermit the Frog (they use “born”)…one of the many facts I didn’t know about US history.
We kept our easterly bearing and happily joined good friends for sober discussions, great laughs, and yummy eats—big thanks to all—in the shadow of this bathouse. If the builder is Batman, then his sidekick is his son?, therefore Robin? I hear it took the bats a while to find/occupy it, and over fifty did this year, and it is supposed to be able to hold hundreds more. Looking forward to hearing next seasons population….
Mr LateNight aka the Guru piloted us along a kinky route around Tupelo, dodging a major new interchange under construction in Birmingham, and avoiding daytime traffic by a nighttime run, no Coors on board. We are not bootleggers.
With the higher population density of cities, you gotta expect to encounter wacky human-stuff more often in urban areas than in rural, low-population density places. Welcoming us to Atlanta, and explosion of lemon slices. Wha?
And a red light that won’t change, while no vehicles pass through the green-light directions. Ah, home. Glad to be here at 3:10am here time, trying to think of it as merely 1:10am, as it is in Santa Fé.
And this is the reason for my delayed post, signified as always by the 10:22pm time stamp.
Saturday, 14 December 2019
I found pockets of people/businesses active before 9am this morning, but along this block, it was me and this crow. Since they are often in a group, aka a murder, I am a bit mystified about Mr/Lady Solo.
I hoofed it up Ft Marcy Hill, jacket off despite it being rather chilly…go heart rate!
Cutting back through the plaza and heading for the capitol side street, I found a line of baggied meters…clearly the city-fathers and -mothers opted for encouraging shopping traffic rather than collecting change.
Then we took off southbound to meet up with dear friends. We took the Interstate for a bit, then got off and took the back way (where it survived). In this area, signage makes a big deal about damaged guardrails, although, mysteriously, not in this case. I suspect this practice dates back to the early days of guardrail installation, when, if they were present, some drivers depended on them to nudge their vehicles back onto the road should their steering waver. Hypothesis.
Great view of the Rio Grande valley; we’re shooting off to the left, downstream.
Our secondary route took us through several pueblos, where we saw many hornos, sometimes in doubles and triples. Wonder how hot cottonwoods burn.
We even found a dozen or so sandhill cranes in one field, I guess opting to avoid party central down in Bosque del Apache.
We had a great visit with our friends, trying the whole time not to regret that we live so far apart. Talk, laugh. Repeat.
It gets dark early here, and the low light angle made for stupendous landscape views.
And here’s the basin of Santa Fé, a band of sunlight and city lights combining in this magic moment.
Finally, a birdy bookend, this time pigeons.