Wednesday, 8 July 2020
Did the Fates sleep in this morning and that’s why I did? Dunno. Fact remains that I woke up late…well, later than usual. I finally left the house at 7:38am, and downtown sure looked different than it did much earlier in the morning on the first—different sky conditions, I admit, but not THAT different.
Also, from what I saw today—at least eight different species—the weather (warm, moist) is bringing on mushrooms, here’re two kinds co-existing.
Tuesday, 7 July 2020
I named this photo “fungal transition” because I caught these beauties at a moment that won’t last…during that time when they’re still mushrooms, albeit transparent, and not yet putrefying goo.
Friday, 3 July 2020
Soooo humid. And warm warm hot. So, out early, ahead of the full sun.
Me and this cottontail. Haven’t seen one in a while here in the city.
Strange world, under this mushroom. This space is about a centimeter and a half high.
Tuesday, 30 June 2020
Such lovely delicate pale purple shades in these hosta blooms. Nice visual contrast from that wandering periwinkle vine.
I’ve been watching this house, first empty, then with for sale sign, then sold sign, then empty, then one little machine and several guys taking down part of the back of the house, and more disassembly in back including some high-energy sledgehammer work on the back wall (right, out of frame), more slow disassembly by hand…and now, it’s down to this. Can’t figure—are they taking the materials for re-using?
Monday, 29 June 2020
When I saw on the morning weather that it would be 81° by 10am, I thought: get moving! And, after the usual milling around, I did!
Yeah, and outside it also was HUUUUUU-mid. Although, during my wander, I did find a fine, upstanding mushroom (with gorgeous gills), and a wee library (not closed like the government ones) with foundation problems.
Saturday, 27 June 2020
So, it would be the day I need a big pot of water to cook pasta that we have a boil-water advisory because a busted 36″ pipe created a flood on the other side of town. At least we still have water.
The volunteer basil is doing great! We pruned it to have tasty bits to top our plates of meatball pasta. MMMmmm.
Thursday, 25 June 2020
Sometimes I scan my surroundings and continue walking, then my brain jogs me to go back for something I passed. That happened with this window…because of the heart. I went back for a blue heart.
And, yes, rain overnight, and high humidity all day. Happy hostas.
Thursday, 18 June 2020
Pro-tomato, anti-squirrel cage technology.
I still see this and have to translate from Bureau of Land Management to…#BLM.
Hosta bloom portrait. Moderately successful.
Wednesday, 17 June 2020
I walked along a street I rarely visit and found this oversized thistle. Stunning.
This resembles a travertine flow at Yellowstone, yet it’s a cascade of fungi.
Large TV in a small apartment. A basement apartment. Pure spectator anthropology. [Full disclosure: I saw no people; I did not hang around; I stopped and took a photo, then moved on.]
Monday, 15 June 2020
I know this as butterfly weed. But I didn’t trust my recollection, so I searched the database of digital knowledge. Turns out: yup. And it’s in the milkweed genus…more evidence of my boundless ignorance.
Best part: the butterfly sunglasses.