Musings

Building fact and surmise

Courtroom partly remodeled

Buildings hold stories.

Not sure about this one’s. The building’s been remodeled at least twice. Built in the late 1800s, the first refurbishment I know about was in the CCC days. The second was…after the movie “Fried Green Tomatoes” was shot…. The bench-pews are original. The tin ceiling. The supports for the balcony. The carpeting, other woodwork, light fixtures…replaced in the last go-round.

Exterior moulding

Exterior paint is fresh, yet the ever-present arachnids are fast to recolonize.

Stair sign

Braile and everything on this helpful sign: “Stair” (and nothing more). Meets federal requirements.

Pike County is not the most prosperous; hence, the brick exterior and wood-not-stone details inside. The main entry door does have a covered portico with marble-square flooring; so, they did work some in, maybe in the 1930s.

For or against

White picket fence n shadow

My best image today: a picket fence shadow. No symbolism, just the (simple) geometricality of light-dark patterns.

Meanwhile, over in KW-land, consider knuckle wrinkles….

Me, I’m in favor of them…functional, and evidence of continued functionality, as KW indicates.

I’m not sure; am I off my feed? Not based on the rice-salad-stir-fry concoction I created and we enjoyed tonight…my knuckles in action….

Personification

Concrete plain

There’s plain concrete…with a surface treatment (swab swoop?).

Concrete w husk

Here’s a different, knobbly concrete…with a decorative nut-husk.

Mailbox neckwear

On the other hand, this is a mailbox with living, green neckwear.

Moisture results

Utility overflow
Shelf fungi

I’ve never seen anything quite like this…the water meter for a house in the neighborhood looks like it…overflowed with coagulating white…stuff. Strange.

Lots of rain lately, and that does alter the species assortment that is presently ascendant…also the dominant smells when there’s no breeze. Eau de decomposition.

I’m hearing duo iPhone purchase noises around here…the deals start at midnight! Must decide…what color?

Just coffee-water

Porch corner

Oblique sunlight this morning…highlighted some pleasures of being here…that have nothing to do with invasive critters, trees that may be ready to shed limbs (or worse), or other Facts_of_Life.

Not entirely sure why the window-glass fogged up; it was fine when I arose, and I sure wasn’t simmering a chicken or similar.

Lost…in thought

Doubledecker bridge

Massive industrial architecture, the aesthetic grace not offered through color and finish but instead (merely—mostly) through form and iteration, continues to amaze me.

River meets river

For a moment, I watched this river-meets-river scene and thought of the Selous and a tributary. It was long ago and far away when I was there…and the landscape looked sooooooo-very-different. (Critters, too….)

A bit rusty

Rusty gate door

I got out the camping gear, and did a first look-through to see if The Pile had what it was supposed to in it. Yup. Tent. Ground tarp. Cooking boxes (2). Sleeping bags are elsewhere.

Now to micro check all miscellany and find the sleeping pads. Latter are pretty important!

Twin twa-lets

Tarp twins

Out (pant pant) on a side street I haven’t been down in a while, and, whoops!, geeze!, it’s blue-tarp construction-time! And on next-door houses!

I wonder if the guys on the work-crews know each other?

Camellia unfurlingOr did the homeowners create a two-fer package, with their jobs underway simultaneously using the same contractor (and crews) in exchange for a price break?

As to fleurs, the azaleas are back in bloom, the repeat cycle we’ve noticed through the summers…, but this is a camellia…oh, so delightfully scented…mmmmm.

I think too much

Fence posing

Are these pickets meant to be anthropomorphic? Or is it me?

Squash blossom verge

Squash blossoms…. Of the milpa plants—maize, beans and squash—I have long felt that maize and beans are…obvious, complacent plants, while squash is the one with pizzazz. Yeah, another projection….

Mall crawl

Buckhead reflection

I slept in (as it happens), and we went for the urban exercise option instead of my usual dawn-time excursion (pant sweat sweat). This is a reflection. All of it. Strikingly clear.

This on a day when it went up to ONLY 89°F.