Thursday, 16 April 2020
My favorite walking-and-social-distancing street: so many options! My path wanders completely between the sidewalks depending on the presence of other adventurers…and the prevailing breeze angle.
Pink pretties.
Peony bee.
I found the flowers on other streets, as I had to deviated from my usual route to take our applications for absentee ballots to the post office.
Tuesday, 14 April 2020
The light was spectacular this morning, making this rose have gem-petals.
What a color combo! I don’t know what this is named.
Dogwood leaves. With oww-wees even before they’ve finished growing.
Finally, here’s the fallen façade. There’s a stump above, and I’m guessing the growing tree popped the rocks, then the tree was removed…but the tree removal could have popped the façade. Your hypothesis?
Monday, 13 April 2020
Iris, supported by the fence post after last night’s storm.
Flower unknown to me; white on white.
My hypothesis: tree awarded white ribbon for excellence in lichen nurturing.
Red, red car with ribbon reflection from rear-view mirror, and pollen sprinkles.
Sunday, 12 April 2020
Breezy today, and most of my flower-photos had lousy focus because of that. But not this one.
See: lousy focus. Still: blueberries that are almost blue-tinged.
Bad bad horrible strong storms expected in the dark hours. The meteorologist is saying 45% chance of 60 mph winds HERE…with flooding and a good chance of hail to round out the conditions…clearing out by 4am…you know my blood pressure is up over this…waiting for the line to roll in before midnight.
Saturday, 11 April 2020
And in that back corner, the putting green mentioned yesterday. Abandoned mid-day today. Perhaps reoccupied for cocktails.
And, over the fence, a busy rabbit. They almost look like they’re chewing their cud when they’re busy eating.
Fig leaves. Right there in the central divider of the boulevard, where I walked to avoid crowds on the sidewalks…so far, our groceries are well-stocked these days, but, if the supply changes…hmm, perhaps I can use them.
Friday, 10 April 2020
Here’s a variation on “rose between two thorns”—dandy between hostas!
To riff on Stephen Colbert, “Meanwhile…our microwave died during dinner prep.”
Bit of a failure…long time coming. I’ve had these shoes for something like 15 years. Mom wore them for a while when she had slick-soled old-lady shoes and couldn’t get any purchase to move her wheelchair. Then they came back to me and landed in the back of the closet. Back in the Before Time, I got them back out one rainy day…waterproof, you know. Love Keens.
Most people I see around this neighborhood are being careful with social distancing. Today, I came across a backyard full of guys (I counted nine) who looked like 30-ish lawyer-banker types, judging by the haircuts and quality casual wear…drinking beer and yucking it up and making a few putts on a backyard putting green (usually cluttered with plant bits and ignored), I’m guessing because the country club is closed. They probably have an in with our clueless governor….
Thursday, 9 April 2020
The rain came through in the wee hours, enough of a storm front that I never fell back asleep. It and the wind brought down these dogwood petals…
…and these cherry blossoms…
…and made the crepe myrtle bark glow red.
Title is an awkward homage to Dr. Fauci, who used the phrase “burden of infection” this morning in an interview. And probably dozens of other times….
Wednesday, 8 April 2020
I got my feedbag mask adjusted better today, plus I think it was a bit cooler out. Will be more difficult when it is hot-n-humid. Poor me.
I have my new research project underway: the Iberian peninsula. I told the Guru I figured we can get there in the next decade. Now I’m trying to figure out the ports and interior transportation network that developed during Roman occupation. Parts of Iberia had/have considerable mineral resources…and had been mined for quite some time. Certainly, by the Late Bronze Age (as elsewhere across Europe…and beyond), the material culture had become quite complex blah blah blah. Anyway, I gotta start earlier than the Romanization to get a sense of its context. Sail on!
Fell in love with these streaky blooms, but this is the only decent shot I took. Hoping the vaccine-development folk are making good progress.
Tuesday, 7 April 2020
Despite reading about variable viral loads in patients (“How Does the CoronaVirus Behave inside a Patient” by Siddhartha Mukherjee; April 26th, New Yorker), I wore my feedbag model of my cloth mask. I thought the larger breathing pocket would be less of an impediment while exercising. Then, well into my walk, I thought that the exhalation squeezing out around the mask edges might…hmm, well, what if I had the virus, wouldn’t I be exhaling virus travelers right into my eyeballs, increasing my viral load…hmm, let’s move along.
Where pine pollen comes from….
Seasonal mushroom, already nibbled by…wildlife?
Art! Sidewalk chalk art! Stained glass star….
Monday, 6 April 2020
This appeared overnight; I think someone visited a plant nursery.
I experimented with automatic color correction for kicks…ick…turned very blue. Double ick.
I’m admiring the linear spirals of dark pink in the centers of these lovelies. No color correction needed!
The new green growth is pretty darned yellow. Did not try color-correcting with this one…once is enough.