Musings

Cypress knees and more

Workmen were noisy right next door, so we went to the park to sit in the sun and enjoy MaNachur…

…and a great blue heron, lots of ducks and geese, and even some turtles.

Rocky rise

Why, look! Over that roof…it’s a monadnock. Nope, it’s a pluton! Hah! It’s both.

Above

I got out this morning as rain was predicted for after noon. It actually rolled in after three or so. Still, it was already grey and overcast.

As a bonus (and to be uplifting), here’s a photo from the other day, when the sky was clear and blue, with a jet zooming by.

A spring day, way early

The weather was glorious today, so we took stroll-and-sit leisurely walk at Old Fourth Ward park, languidly enjoying the sunshine. This, however, was a look-over-the-railing moment.

I’m being watched

I’m calling this The Perch…beloved by the odd squirrel and bird. Not that this squirrel is odd…just squirrelly. Probably Mama Squirrelly.

On a tangent

I was (somewhat) immersed in the genetics of people buried in the Mesolithic in what is now Denmark, but I managed to tear myself away and take advantage of the sunshine for a few minutes. I planned this shot to focus on the foreground, but I kinda like the way it turned out; I did know the light would be delightful (get it? sorry.). 🤣

Huh?

I took this aiming at the cluster of “helicopters.” Then, preparing for posting, I saw the haycorn-hats, and thought: wha? A maple-oak? Howze that? 🤣🤣🤣

I’m hypothesizing again

I call this Heron Pool, below this aerating waterfall, as I once saw a great blue wading and stalking koi here. Within a week or so, the pool was mesh-covered. Now, there are fish and no mesh, yet I have not seen the heron. In the center of the pool there’s a Japanese maple, and it’s now much larger and more sheltering than it was years ago when I saw the hunting heron. How ’bout when all the leaves are gone, though?

Cool and sunny

I stepped this way and then that way to get the power lines out of this shot, but I haven’t words to go with it.

Ready for soccer balls

On the 23rd, this was a near-empty tree lot with assorted fenced-in detritus abandoned…I thought. However, someone swooped in and the tree lot detritus no longer lingers. The only remaining clue of the sales lot that moved hundreds of trees is a line of blown-in leaves where the fence was (foreground).