Thursday, 31 December 2020
I’m with the majority, I’m certain, that I’m happy happy happy to say goodbye to 2020. I sure hope 2021 is much, much better, and the trend-lines suggest it surely will be.
That blue object is a stray piece of trash, but so…um…artistic?…the blue-ness anyway…with the mini-fern and moss. And natural detritus. It’s an outlier!
Wednesday, 30 December 2020
Surprised to find this pitcher plant in a front garden…although the BotGarden has them and I think distributes them (or did) in various situations. A change from pansies and camellias typical of Dec/Jan.
Keep the darned B.1.1.7 contagious variant of Covid-19 away from meeeeee. And youuuuuuu.
Thursday, 17 December 2020
I got this Wild Idea that I could selfie with the mistletoe in the top of this oak, and also show my wind-resistant head/neckwear. I see me and my garmentage, but somehow the mistletoe camouflaged itself. Squint: they’re there, just less dense than I expected.
Monday, 14 December 2020
Sometimes sunlight and foliage are a truly magical combo. Those leaves are pointy gems.
* …without the painting part….
Saturday, 12 December 2020
It’s really no surprise that these are called the Blue Ridge Mountains, eh? [Or the Appalachians? Am I wrong? So much for poetics….]
Memory photo from yesterday. Sigh. Such a wonderful day.
Friday, 11 December 2020
We got high today, climbing the last bit on foot past noisy melting ice on this warm day on the dark side of Whiteside Mountain, in North Carolina.
This view is easterly, with Whiteside along the left side of the frame. To the right is South Carolina, as Whiteside is the last of the mountains, overlooking the piedmont.
So gorgeous. Such a lovely adventure.
Tuesday, 24 November 2020
Every once in a while the cosmos and my activities correspond and I glimpse a colorful, well-lit moment of transcendent beauty like this. Sigh.
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.