Musings

New Year’s Day Boxing Day

We walked in Piedmont Park this afternoon. Overcast, relatively busy. I overheard lots of Spanish.

The title is hubby-humor.

Weather watching (again)

Clear and cold, and getting colder through the day. Nice morning glow, no?

Instead

If I hadn’t taken this photo, I would think it’s another pre-sun morning shot (I have been on repeat with them)—but it isn’t, it’s a late-day sun-fading shot.

Persistant

Here’s this morning’s dawn color. Exceptional.

Indoors, this is the persistant plant that has survived being left on its own for weeks at a time (outside where it could get rained on). As you can see, it’s sending up buds again.

Stupendous

Light coming

Once again I began the day enjoying the early-day sky.

Brunch cookies

We jaunted to a nearby neighborhood to partake of a small family brunch that ended with an offering of an assortment of kooooo-keys. Throughout we laughed and laughed.

Another morning

I’m enjoying the sky just before the sun rises.

Daybreak

I’m feeling the approaching solstice…this dawn-ish sky arrived late.

Yikes

This was our day…wind blowing leaves around and dusting the sidewalks with acorns, too.

Here’s an iced stone bench at the Canyon Rim Visitor Center at the New River Gorge last week. It is representing (suggesting? hinting at?) the cold predicted for us for the next few days. A low of 21°F is expected tomorrow morning, even colder with the wind chill. That’s brr, but brrrrrrrrrrr for ATL.

Moving (through) mountains

I find it always special when I’m rolling along a mountain road and find a pull-off vista-view. Here’s one…

…with snow outlining every little trail and logging road. This is a close-up of that “triangle” on the right side above.

Our tourist stop of the day was at (one part of) New River Gorge National Park and Preserve, in West Virginia. We first saw the gorge from these windows in the Canyon Rim Visitor Center.

Truly a gorgeous gorge—even with rain starting to fall.

Here’s the high bridge crossing the gorge…

…and here’s the high bridge from the low bridge, which is the one we crossed.

The rest of the day was rain, never a blinding storm, but constant, mile after mile. We hear that we may awaken to snow tomorrow here in Asheville, despite being so much farther south than the southern Lake Erie shore.

Lake Erie environs

We motored east sometimes close to Lake Erie, sometimes a few miles inland, and finally saw Cleveland in the distance.

Over on the east side, we met up with a college buddy of The Guru at a lovely Thai restaurant. My dish: Siam salmon…salmon wrapped in a napa cabbage leaf with veg and a rich yellow curry sauce. Oh, just yum. Perfect. Thanks, FK.

We continued east, still under the lake effect smear, and, while in Amish territory dodging horse-drawn buggies, spotted this pair of planes that looked to me as if they were slowly degrading. I did not see a for-sale sign.

Then we turned south, and outran the snow-smear, and are now on the PA side of the OH/PA line, enjoying temps just a smidge above freezing. We understand that a winter storm is headed this way tomorrow. Hopefully, we’ll be out of here before it ramps up.