Tuesday, 10 November 2020
There are a variety of ways to measure time using plants. Sometimes the plants are at odds. This tree is leaves-on.
And this is under a leaves-dropping tree.
Clearly, time is marked by leaf-dropping/holding behavior. In this wee scenario.
Sunday, 8 November 2020
Yesterday afternoon was sunshine and horn-tooting drivers on all the main streets in this neighborhood, and I assume beyond. Today was a bit overcast and I didn’t hear a single honk. Sunday respect?
I posted a photo perhaps six weeks back with a red Virginia creeper on a tree trunk, so I’m repeating a theme, but, geeze, doesn’t this look foine?!
Saturday, 7 November 2020
It’s well into November, folks, but it ain’t over.
Georgia voters: elect Ossoff and Warnock the first week of January in the run-offs, and turn the Senate Democratic to help Joe and Kamala enact legislation and policy For The American People.
Friday, 6 November 2020
I’ve been bee-smashed each of the last three days when I was out walking. That is, I think they were bees. My hypothesis is that bees are busy collecting (but not counting), and returning to bee-central—at an increased rate to prepare for winter-cold—and somewhere in that circuit one encounters meeee. It really doesn’t mean much, of course.
Thursday, 5 November 2020
This color is not a political statement; it’s just a pretty, pretty pink flower.
Found this sign today; new one on me.
Sunday, 1 November 2020
Today’s headline is (A) time change. Today’s headline is also (B) November.
Perk up and tune in with a decorative, ornamental pepper.
Friday, 30 October 2020
Sometime late this afternoon the wind finally dropped off. I’m soooooo glad.
This post includes a real leaf and an art leaf of what appear to be the same species, more or less (on the latter).
Tuesday, 27 October 2020
I was lucky that this cluster of blooms was large enough that it had multiple bees…and I was additionally lucky that I could capture one’s soul.
Evening view. I hear that from midnight tonight until moon Thursday we are to have rain rain and more rain, with lightning for something like eight hours of that. Should make for an interesting drip drip walk tomorrow, ¿eh?, yet no bees?
Monday, 26 October 2020
I keep thinking these gigantic trumpet blooms are Nicotiana spp., but they aren’t—they’re Brugmansia spp. [Botanically related, but different.] Crossed wires in my brain, I guess….
Not easy to make a good shot from below without more gear and time than a casual walker-photographer.
Saturday, 24 October 2020
I remember that when our mayor established Covid-restrictions for the city that playgrounds were closed. And this one indeed had something like crime scene tape around it, around the legs of the swing set and the like. No sign of that now. And attendance has soared.
Burgundy tinted fuchsia. If you squint, it looks almost velvety. I do not know what this flower is, although I assume its seeds and genes have been wrenched from far away, perhaps from a tropical source. A hypothesis, anyway. [I admit: title doesn’t fit this photo.]