Dark side, not moon
Monday, 20 March 2017
Someone (not me) made a late-day drone run to capture the soft light of the Golden Hour. This is the dark side of the Majestic at dusk, however. Isn’t that a green!
Musings
Of murder-holes and machicolations
Friday, 3 February 2017
For a time, tall, blocky, stone tower-houses were the rage in Ireland. Perhaps 2K survive today, and thousands more are rubble or gone. Since they took considerable labor, they must have been valued.
I read an article about them today, describing murder-holes and machicolations, which are design details that were all about defense. The author also described a battering-ram test his squad(?) did, which took minutes to take down the door. His conclusion was that tower-houses looked far more defensive than they actually were.
I think they were about elevation—about keeping a lookout. And perhaps visual communication (flags? smoke?) among the many towers, as they were often built close enough to see one from another.
Urban biz
Thursday, 19 January 2017
We made an important citizenatious* activity downtown…amongst the big tall buildings…revolving around Republican-promised changes in the ACA (what’s the replacement plan? what happens with the current funding monies?) and a big ol’ thank-you to John Lewis. We’re in his district and it’s a fine place, jes-sayin.
The Guru found us a charging parking spot—still had to pay for parking…this is what the charging station window looked like right after the juice started flowing…. We got “free” charging for 90 days with the New Car…trying to make good use of it….
* Trying out a made-up word….
Tin…something
Monday, 16 January 2017
Somebody had this joke up on a sign that we saw during our FL run recently, and it’s stuck in my head, so now it’s…here.
I met Mr. Right and married him. Then I discovered his middle name was Always.
Angles and curves
Tuesday, 10 January 2017
We passed the final milestone (fingers crossed) in getting the New Car properly registered here in our home state. It has been a rather circuitous road. I conclude that paper-pushers in the private sector can be rather haphazard.
Several synonyms of sloppy have unusual consonant combinations—slaphappy, slipshod, slapdash, haphazard, lackadaisical, shambolic—also, “s” sounds are frequent.
Sea to inland
Saturday, 7 January 2017
We made it out to the beach for a bit of a stroll. Almost no beachcombers, and few birds….
The last hurricane damaged the pier, and apparently also most of the walkways across the dunes to the beaches. Visitors just walk through the dunes (the walkways were to protect the dunes, so total failure with that maneuver), but this barrier is more robust. We could see that the end of the pier was missing…yup, dangerous out there.
I don’t remember seeing these huge round cotton bales before. Round hay and straw bales, yes. I think these are larger—and far larger than the old hand-picked bales, too!
We found ice still glittering in Atlanta’s trees where it remained protected from Mr. Sun. We found a dusting of snow remaining in our yard, to be sustained overnight with the below-freezing temps predicted for us.
I remembered another pork item from yesterday’s breakfast buffet, bringing the total to nine, seven of meat, and two dishes with some meat added….
Golden light: present, then going, going…
Wednesday, 4 January 2017
We found golden light on the backside of a renovated hotel/apartment building, way down in SoGA*.
No where near as flashy, but I liked this arboreal skeleton, also created by uber golden light.
And, funny thing, we discovered that we could cross the GA–FL line on a dirt road. Packed sand, that is. Great surface (today). And a canopy road at that. (Yes, that’s a term.) Only saw one deer family, and none were close enough to be dangerous.
* That is, south GA.
Neighborhood visibles
Tuesday, 3 January 2017
I have been working up a story to go with this…a school project, no? Popsicle sticks that never had any food attached, and yarn…to make an ornament that got sidetracked to adorn a picket and not a tree…. Festive!
No story with this one, it’s just an attractive pattern, enriched by the dark grout/mortar separating the stones….
∞ = 199
Friday, 30 December 2016
We had an errand at the camera shop outside the perimeter (OTP), where this rubber (?) camera is part of an art installation welcoming customers.
It’s rocking it?
This is from the other day, but illustrates Toyota-math. When the vehicle runs on electric only, that is, from the battery, Toyota reports the mileage at 199mpg, meaning no petrol was used.
For our old car, when it ran on battery, it reported the “infinite” mileage as 100mpg. Thus, the new vehicle is a mathematical upgrade?
This sign was inside a gravel parking lot, at an angle that would make it difficult to spot as you entered. No other signs (e.g., arrows). The label read “Park as indicated.”
I suspect traffic gets stuck in the back loop going round and round.
We continued our rural drive down two-lane roads OTP, some abandoned…. The rusty metal panel is intended to keep the dogs and vermin from crawling under the house.
Maybe kids, too.
Observing nature
Thursday, 29 December 2016
When we wore working out the design of the rebuild after Tree#1, I wanted a big window to the south, with a balcony above to shade it during the summer, but not protruding enough to cut the view out the window too much. Is this possible, I asked the architect. Yes.
And, so, this time of the year the sun floods in, and I am cheered.
I guess my eyes were distracted by the sun when I tried to capture the soul of this moth resting on the doorframe. Hah! Maybe I’ll have to get one of those clip-on lens gizmos, again….