Saturday, 26 February 2022
I’ve seen the Ukranian President’s name as Volodymyr Zelenskyy and Volodymyr Zelensky. I don’t know what the distinction is/means. I do understand the Ukranian Kyiv (vs the Russian Kiev). Such are the problems of transliteration. And colonization/subjugation.
Friday, 25 February 2022
I don’t know if this is the yucca I learned to call Spanish bayonet, however it has stiff, spiky vegetation and looks like a yucca. Yes, I got stabbed getting this shot.
Title refers to the number of ladybugs currently hanging in our upstairs bathroom. It’s the season when this happens.
Thursday, 24 February 2022
I kept all the suggested tweaks the photo-fixing software I use offered for this picture. I call it “Daffy Drama.” It’s rather enhanced compared to real-life.
Monday, 21 February 2022
I remember there are eleven hollies native to Georgia, although I may have the number wrong. I suspect this hedge is an Asian interloper. I thought it looked far perkier than the rain-weighted drooping daffodils I might have photoed.
Of course, the most famous holly of southeastern North America must be “Ilex vomitoria,” famously used by native peoples to make a beverage with a name translated as Black Drink. Which is what we call our morning coffee around here. Yes, incorrectly.
Saturday, 19 February 2022
We’ve watched a few minutes of Olympic competitions lately (and very little blah-blah filler), mostly curling, pairs skating, bobsled, and half-pipe. In the latter two, the competitors get more than one chance to perform, and the best score is the one that counts. My head is a bit dizzy with this to beat the best competitor so far and that to get a medal and this other to win the gold…that kind of thing.
Me, I have stats, too. I still think that my AppleWatch’s “Move” figure is the most useful metric for daily activity. And the threshold I like is based on basal metabolic rate (BMR;several websites estimate this), that is, a metric for being active beyond the minimum of just being alive (roughly).
I strive to have my Beyond exceed 40% of my BMR, and I prefer it to be above 43%. On active days, I’m over 46%, and super active, for me, is over 50%. These days, anyway.
Thursday, 17 February 2022
Heavy overcast, although I found these (and other) blooms cheering.
That Intersection was partly open, with one crew working around the edges of a pile of unused pipes and other materials. I could not tell if all the detritius would be removed today or not; they would have needed another vehicle and a motor-driven loader to accomplish that. Maybe I’ll check tomorrow. The road surface, however, looks ready for thousands of tires.
Waiting for a line of bad weather to come through, oh, between now and 3am.
Thursday, 27 January 2022
I think of these palmettos (right?) as denizens of a more tropical locale than here in the ATL. Clearly, that’s my ignorance showing. As I photographed, I silently warned the plant to beware of impending weather, as the next three overnight lows are to be in the 20s here.
Thursday, 20 January 2022
Even when there’s a cold rain, a daffodil crowd makes me smile.
Wednesday, 19 January 2022
We were in the lovely filling of a weather sandwich today, with a high of an unexpected 62°F. Rain’s coming in tonight, and then by weeks-end something wintery will be somewhere nearby, perhaps even here, depending on which meteorological model is correct.
Tuesday, 18 January 2022
That Tonga tsunami sure puts our wintery weather the other day in perspective. We’re in a pleasant sunny, ho-hum mode before the next cold snap rolls later this week.