Wednesday, 21 October 2026
Fake lake. Also called a pool. But a pool also can have non-chlorinated flowing water, and thus be real, as in natural, and not human-made. Or created by beaver damming….
In the dichotomy, you’d think this is a real lake. But, no…well, and yes. It’s dammed up, so some level of flowing. But, I think there was a marsh of sorts here in this little basin, which needs pumps and aeration to keep it from clogging back up into being a marsh again. It seems.
Monday, 12 October 2026
Tonight’s book club hostess lives in an apartment complex that has a pool, hence this photo. It’s also pertinent to the book, which had many what you could call reflections (Ann Patchett’s “Whistler,” 2026)—recommended.
Sunday, 11 October 2026
I looked straight up at 7pm, so just before official sundown at 7:10pm, and I think the new-cam captures more detail.
Monday, 5 October 2026
In Kentucky, I-75 traverses Appalachian-high mountains, and occasionally clouds sit low. We rarely see this given the timing of our trips, but today we did. Just saying.
In Georgia, we rarely stop at a rest area when homebound, but, we did today. And discovered blooming cherries. MaNachur welcoming us?
Saturday, 3 October 2026
This morning was about the mist/groundfog.
It rose from the lake.
And was lit by rays in the orchard.
It faded in the field, an hour and a half after the first photo.
Yet was still rising off the lake, but only to the right.
Here’s the plus one, The Bridge outlined with multicolored lights.
Friday, 2 October 2026
Sun glow (wide).
Seven minutes later and not wide. I especially like the tiny wave-swells.
In the afternoon, I got some zone 5 activity by raking leaves. I didn’t cart them away, just raked them into the adjacent long grass. [Efficient.]
Thursday, 1 October 2026
The morning was a bit overcast-murky, then the sun peeked out in the afternoon, but the triumph was the colorful, dynamic dusk sky.
Stupendous.
Wednesday, 30 September 2026
In the wee hours, we had some wind and a little rain. Leaves fell. Many leaves.
MaNachur made this still-life atop the stump, including that most of the leaves are colorful side up.
Meanwhile, the lake stayed quiet, although with white foam stripes on the surface.
Walking back from the lake, I heard airborne sandhill crane calls, then this group flew overhead. I was in the right place at the right time.
We had overcast all day, but very little rain considering how dry it is.
