For better breeze-catching
Tuesday, 17 February 2015
This “side porch” is officially a two-story piazza here in Charleston SC.
Musings
Hinged gate in a stone wall
Monday, 16 February 2015
I really liked that the post for the right side of this gate was a turned newel post, painted the same red, and also flaking grey. I also liked the construction method for this wall, with different techniques used for various sections. The part had large stones and little mortar. To the left, the wall was sloppy with drooping layers of fairly fine-grained concrete and smaller, flatter stones. All portions had about the same amount of floral encrustations.
We found this flower, an anemone, elsewhere…after dark.
Out, about
Saturday, 7 February 2015
Such a gorgeous warm and sunny day…we are so lucky! This “palm” “waves” over the water area (not turned on yet) of the playground in the upper H4WP.
BeltLine report: PACKed.
Livin’ the dream
Friday, 6 February 2015
Neighborhood decoration…(only one shown).
Isn’t this the homeowner dream? A pair of giant concrete finials on posts flanking their driveway?
Surprised me
Wednesday, 4 February 2015
We did a wee bit of price comparison today, between Target and Walmart…didn’t plan to, it just happened that way. Final score for four grocery-type items, 50–50—no clear winner.
Folly fragment
Tuesday, 3 February 2015
As old as this wall fragment looks, it’s in front of a house that’s something less than two decades old—and a replacement for an older home. Speaking of that phenomenon, I know of a dozen homes within a mile of this house that are being replaced right now—a mini construction boom of McMansions…so much for designation as an historic neighborhood based on architectural consistency….
Strong core muscles
Tuesday, 20 January 2015
One of three skate-pits (bowls?) in the Historic Fourth Ward Skatepark, Atlanta.
Lately, I’ve found myself drawn twice in the last week to the skatepark that’s adjacent to the section of the Beltline within my traipsing zone.
I timed my photo to not include the four guys that were practicing on the upper surface (not the pit), finessing flipping the board underfoot as they were airborne, by how they jumped up off the skateboard. Looked very difficult to me.
Me, I’m working on the trudging thing, accumulating those Fitbit steps. Today was a mosey day, with steps and, as it turned out, no “active minutes” (sigh). Still, I feel rather cleansed, even if I am certain that I could never get the jump-up-skateboard-flip thing down (in part because my abdominal/trunk muscles just don’t have that level of strength and coordination, and I sincerely doubt if they ever will).
(Way too much) On porches
Wednesday, 14 January 2015
As a child, I lived in a house without porches, and spent much of my summers in a house with two porches. One functioned as an entry and utility room, and the other was a sun/screen porch, definitely part of the small cottage’s living area.
Neither had the architectural stature of the porches that are attached to each apartment in this enclave.
When I was younger, I would have loved to live in one of these upstairs apartments, to lounge and read and generally waste time in the shade above the street in the fresh air.
We generally use the term porch for a space that’s transitional between the building and the not-building. It’s from the Latin for colonnade, which refers to an architectural roof extention that offered the ability to walk along a building passing by each room without going through them, although stopping and sitting was an option. The walking action was more along the building, while our modern porches are more for crossing from outside the building to a doorway. At least that’s how it seems to me. The upstairs porches here are an exception, as they are intended to be a fresh-air room.
Defensive metal trees
Saturday, 13 December 2014
Out and about, you know, those last-shopping-weekend-before-Xmas kind of chores (even though it’s not the actual last weekend). This stop was at our neighborhood fancy-grocery. The shopping center managers have installed these little metal trees on various architectural details to ward off pigeons and I don’t know what other birds. Still, the sandwich-board sign for the pet store on the sidewalk below was decorated with…droppings, soooooo unhygienic. Although maybe the splats came from storage elsewhere? Either way, I didn’t find it encouraging about the cleanliness of the pet store….
Wing ding bling
Tuesday, 21 October 2014
Look at those flags….
My day was focused on my civic self. I went downtown to report for jury duty, got chosen in a jury group, but not selected to serve. I would have been happy to (more or less), although I admit that I was happier not to have my week (the estimated length of the trial) rendered unknown.
After I was dismissed, I ventured across the street and contemplated our state’s gold-leafed dome, a gleaming symbol of civic-ness and plenty more. I kept it simple, focusing on the shimmering state bling.