Musings

This is not my first photo of this water tank posted in these cyber-hinterlands. I know tanks’re ubiquitous in the NYC skyline, but not-so-much in this southern outpost. Still, it makes a good architectural image.

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We had an errand downtown, and the sun almost came out to light up Georgia’s capital dome.

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We almost always come through Cincinnati on I-75, or parallel side routes; however, today we took to the side streets and ended up on I-71, which gave us this different view of downtown.

They both cross the Ohio on the same bridge. The traffic was moving just fine.

Climbing away from the river, we spotted this whimsy.

[By focusing on Cincy, I can easily avoid discussing the traffic *fun* we had in metro ATL during rush hour, complicated with rain. However: home safely.

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The light was just right to show off the wood flakes in this finishing material on the porch. Believe it or not, this is not a B&W image…you’re just looking at grey paint.

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We stopped at a rest area with well-tended flower beds, and I took over a dozen shots. Looking through them, I realized all were of yellow or yellow-orange specimens, except for two rather desiccated white daisies. Am I part bee?

When we crossed the bridge, ever a hugely important landmark when connecting two immense peninsulas, the sky looked strange. I figured there were smoke particles in the mix with humid air, but never smelled it…which I’m happy about.

I took a lake-bath about 8pm, to sluice off the sweat and bring my temperature down after doing assorted cottage-opening chores in the heat and humidity. Now the temp’s dropped to 72° and it feels heavenly. The humidity is down to 82, but it’ll be picking up through the night, to decrease again when the sun arrives. After tomorrow’s heat (outrageous high of 90°F predicted), the highs are supposed to moderate. I sure hope so.

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Architecture is angles.

Well, not only angles, but it seems like it is in this view.

And that’s a broken window…perhaps a spontaneous failure from comments I overheard between a pair of engineering types, standing beneath it.

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Flipping through streams, I saw an offering: “Murder in…(English Subtitles).” Seemed darned funny to me.

BTW, picture is from March…lotsa woodgrain, like a relatively soft wood…I’m guessing fast-growing pine, perhaps Southern pine.

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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.

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Proof of bridge crossing. Also proof that traffic flowed at 45 mph in two lanes each way, as normal. [Ignore bug smears on windshield and assistant photographer’s quirky focus.]

Ah, we’ve returned to the land of rhubarb. I was taught to pull the stem gently yet forcefully (no tugging) away from the crown (the direction varies from “up”), and I didn’t intend to select a leaf that was nurturing a wee leafette—oops. BTW, the sauce was the strongest pink of the year, almost luminous.

Proof that the lupin remain gorgeous, although somewhat disguised since the grass has shot up to full height, sometimes higher than the lupin.

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We went to an art show opening on the main floor of this building, a former overall factory. This is upstairs where the studios, teaching spaces, etc. are. This is one of the latter. The floors are all wood, and creak with such vigor they seem to be expressing something.

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