Sunday, 6 February 2022
I can’t see because the lot’s surface is enough above the sidewalk, but my theory is that the people in the house to the right bought the lot to the left and had the house that was there removed. Gone. And my theory is they had a pool installed (lot now completely fenced), although I can’t see it. I will listen for water noises when it gets warmer out. Anyway, more hypothesizing: this apparent driveway is not for daily use.
Saturday, 5 February 2022
Ah, the BeltLine-adjacent apartment project is moving along. I should have figured before when I saw the wooden “decking” that it was really part of a large concrete form. Here’s the floor curing.
Over at the firehouse, the concrete is leaving the project—chunked, piled up and ready to go.
Thursday, 3 February 2022
More That Corner news: those excavators seemed like birds watching over their nest, the deep square-cornered excavation under the steel plate. And another wrapped-up-against-the-elements jacketed pump.
Wednesday, 2 February 2022
I discovered that this afternoon the work-folk had moved their destruction locus to the front of the fire-station. I was lucky in that the machine operator was taking a break, and I passed by enjoying blissful silence. I never quite understood the function of this little porch that was either too hot or too cold to sit on. And the wee step, in today’s world, might be considered dangerous and a boundary to access (not axis—doncha love homonyms). Looks like it’ll be gone…very soon.
Monday, 31 January 2022
Busy at That Corner. I count an even dozen of workers, and several more are outside the frame.
And here’s the Second Pump, wrapped to repulse ice? That’s my guess. Here the crowd is orange cones.
Wednesday, 26 January 2022
Today was the fourth consecutive day that I managed to attain a split (mile) at faster than 18 minutes. That’s a good pace for my recovering lower limbs.
Given that I was feeling good when I left the house, I went a different direction than I have been going this month, and once again checked out the Beside-the-BeltLine apartment complex that’s under construction. The floor decking is down, and the rebar is poking up, just as it does across much of the concrete-using third-world. The best, however, is the row of pickups servicing their workmen and the worksite.
Tuesday, 4 January 2022
I finally had suffient good-knees to visit that building site over by the BeltLine. From what I saw until my not-going-for-walks-because-ouch began in November, there was a possible basement parking area, with large volume drainage culverts below it. Or so it seemed. Now, the crews are up to ground level and I find it interesting that this edge walking area is decking and not poured concrete.
Thursday, 16 December 2021
Our first notable sight, however, was a covered bridge made of blackened, tarred (?), timbers. Private. Keep your vehicle off.
Today’s headline has to be about the long views, however. Especially long from the top of Mount Mitchell. Highest peak east of the Mississippi, if you can read the fine print.
And up in that rarified atmosphere, the acid rain is killing the most susceptible species (hemlock?), and the tree skeletons are being colonized by mosses and lichens. Life goes on.
At a lower elevation, another tree skeleton, very artful.
Wednesday, 8 December 2021
Just saw footage from Tintern Abbey on a British show about moving to the country, and I remembered our visit there in April 2016. Waaaaaay pre-COVID.
BTW, the name is Welsh is Abaty Tyndryn.
Thursday, 4 November 2021
Even in the gloominess that was today, some trees are showing fine colors.
BTW, at least intermittently, I’m still monitoring the multi-unit housing structure under construction next to the BeltLine. So many support pillars—underground parking? [Notice the clouds obscuring the tops of the tallest buildings.]