Ta-dump, ta-dump
Sunday, 22 January 2023
It was rainy-wet all day, yet we managed to find a window without much drippiness, just mistiness. Which is manageable.
But we were not alone.
Musings
NatHist hypothesis
Thursday, 19 January 2023
This is an oversized splat. No robin did this. I found it this morning early-ish.
Add this data point. In the dark of the night recently we’ve heard a hootie owl holding forth, and the sound seems like it’s just above our bedroom.
To recap, the splat fits with noisy hootie owl, and the walkway location fits with being above our sleeping heads.
Homage day
Monday, 16 January 2023
Dramatic sculpture. Simple concept. Well executed. A curved steel sheet with a cutout-outline, bent at a slightly different angle. Harder to describe than to contemplate.
Sculptor: Xavier Medina Campeny (b. 1943). Title: Homenaje a Martin Luther King. The sculptor is Spanish, from Barcelona. The piece was a gift from the 1992 Summer Olympics host city (yes, Barcelona) to Atlanta, the host of the next Summer Olympics, in 1996. [If Wikipeeee is correct.]
Blooms yes, bees unknown
Monday, 9 January 2023
I managed to forget that this honeysuckle shrub-bush can bloom this time of the year. As it is this year. My worry: are there bees around? High in the 50s today, 60s the next three days (perhaps soon for the bees), then the 40s (or possibly not).
Dawn show
Sunday, 8 January 2023
This dawn light lasted less than a minute at maximum color. And I was there. Ephemeral.
Volcano memory
Friday, 6 January 2023
Here’s a photo of Vesuvius from Pompeii from our visit there in May 2011. For no apparent reason. Except maybe beauty?
Oak and sky
Thursday, 5 January 2023
Scariest tree around (because it’s very large and looms over half our home), looking gorgeous in the late-day sun.
MaNachur’s display
Monday, 2 January 2023
Bonus from our foray outside the perimeter: a stunning sunset.
Moon omen
Sunday, 18 December 2022
From this house we don’t have a good view of the low-light parts of the day (faves for me), but this morning I caught a nice view of the light-graduation-transition (cropped out of this shot), ornamented by a waning crescent moon.
Grasping at straws
Saturday, 17 December 2022
Every once in a while I congratulate myself, very privately, on coming up with a mildly clever title for a blog photo. I called this one “lawn_jockeys.” These plants, whatever they are, are robust these days in neighborhood lawns, while simultaneously the grass is thin and de-energized. Perhaps the name only kinda makes sense.