Musings

I find it always special when I’m rolling along a mountain road and find a pull-off vista-view. Here’s one…

…with snow outlining every little trail and logging road. This is a close-up of that “triangle” on the right side above.

Our tourist stop of the day was at (one part of) New River Gorge National Park and Preserve, in West Virginia. We first saw the gorge from these windows in the Canyon Rim Visitor Center.

Truly a gorgeous gorge—even with rain starting to fall.

Here’s the high bridge crossing the gorge…

…and here’s the high bridge from the low bridge, which is the one we crossed.

The rest of the day was rain, never a blinding storm, but constant, mile after mile. We hear that we may awaken to snow tomorrow here in Asheville, despite being so much farther south than the southern Lake Erie shore.

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We’re just a month before the shortest day of the year, and the sun angle now catches this stained glass window, which is in an interior stairwell. Is that a strange location?

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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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