Wednesday, 23 April 2014
I lived out in the country when I was a kid, and when I read about alleys I wondered what they were like. I didn’t know even if there were many alleys in the US of A, or if they were mostly in Europe.
Then I found out about alleys too narrow for vehicles, and even more dripping with mystery than the usual garbage-can-and-stray-cats alley.
This one is light-filled and pleasant—especially during a rare lunch-out expedition (not counting our Easter picnic).
Monday, 14 April 2014
When I took this, it was about the gate. Then, I was reading about the Roman deity Janus, and I thought about gates being one symbol of beginnings and endings. Then I thought that it’s all a continuum, which is somehow a less stressful way to contemplate it. However, maybe less…satisfying? renewing? though.
Tuesday, 8 April 2014
During my afternoon roam (in the sunshine!!), I spotted several buildings under construction, with this green exterior sheathing. Eye-catching green* sheathing.
Apparently, it’s all but replaced plywood and other engineered wood products for this purpose—at least for commercial buildings.
Or that’s what Zip System’s manufacturer would have you believe. Apparently, a big part of the superior qualities of the green-board lies in the breathability and air-barrier capabilities.
* Frooogy green?
Friday, 4 April 2014
For my dear non-fleur readers, here’s how they roll in FL. Like the palm trees best. (And, yes, there’s a real building under the bottom half of this monstrosity.)
Thursday, 3 April 2014
Street view from a wander of the BoccaLupo neighborhood.
We did Restaurant Thursday tonight. Ate at BoccaLupo, where chef-owner Bruce Logue was a sous chef under Mario Batali at Babbo, among other Italian themed situations.
Okay. I bend to your will: a food picture. I had a wild boar and eggplant cake, nicely crisped, with a lovely, interesting shaved greens salad on top. JCB had the 20 yolk tagliatelle, with goodies.
Wednesday, 19 February 2014
At the neighbors’….
Rehab an old house, and there’s no telling what may be uncovered. Love the conjunction of the roof-joists and the cobwebs. They just…accumulate…you know.
Friday, 24 January 2014
…mean cold cold cold. That, plus the vortex.
The vastness of what I don’t know is…staggering. Like that Irving Berlin wrote “Blue Skies” (1926). Thank you, WikiPee.
Thursday, 9 January 2014
Of all things. My dictionary indicates that finial and finish are both derived from Latin finis, meaning end.
Makes sense!
To me this form evokes a stylized pineapple (kinda). And the splinters suggest it may be made of pine (wood).
These…conjunctions, they do stack up!
Sunday, 14 July 2013
A little dozing and a shallow foundation—then, presto!—a corn field turns into a motel. Zoom forward a few decades, get the golden hour to smile on it, and the building may even present a ghost of attractiveness.
And the shower head was great, the drain functioned perfectly, and the bed and pillows were comfy.
Saturday, 13 July 2013
Sometimes Art Deco pieces look so cold to me. Like this sun-moment at the Cincinnati Union Terminal; even the sun couldn’t cut the formality and severity of the design.
To me, anyway….