Musings

Two-act play

Act One: young man photographing young woman. Aww.

A half-hour later…unexpected Act Two: switcheroo!—young woman photographing young man, with considerably more posing instruction.

And a mystery man at the tripod. BTW, what’s the tripod for in this play? And that second man? Or maybe there’re plans for a movie, too? Questions abound.

Note that although there are many ginkgo leaves on the ground, there are even more on the trees.

Theme: down

The leaves are down across our lawn, making the equivalent of a (down) duvet keeping the ground from freezing as the temps head for brrrrrr. However, we’re not expecting the White Stuff that’s been falling in the Midwest and even in the mountains down here.

Too forced and artificial?

Change (visual)

Light games

Sometimes, sometimes, the product of the algorithms in the phone-camera matches my aesthetics.

Note how there’s both green grass and autumnal golden fallen leaves.

Morning moments

First, I saw the moon looming over a colorful whats-it tree.

Later/Soon, I spotted ground fog in a park-let.

…all with sunshine, and before 8:15am.

My way

I call this night light, even though it’s more accurate to say dusk light.

Cropping magic

Almost…the bench was _almost_ lit by a ray of sunshine…but it just seems that way.

Living in the undamp

I’mma doin’ fine…yet, thoughts of lakeside moments invaded my mind’s eye. Okay, lemme accept being down here in the Deep South where we’re in a drought.

Day? Night?

Night sky

My body clock is utterly confused by the daylength…still trying to adjust after our migration to the south.

BTW, that’s a very early morning night sky that the camera makes look like strange daytime.

Wooo-hooo

I was surprised by how dramatic the flare was at this moment.

Two critter stories

Today, I found an anole indoors. Does this happen every autumn? Something like that. I gently captured it and released it outdoors. Good outcome. [I am mystified as to how they get inside.]

Last week, on our way up to Lake Superior, we were slow-motoring on a sand road through the visual mosaic of leaf color and sun-n-shade when what should appear on the hood just past the wipers but a mouse. It must have come from an open area at the base of the wipers. Up on the hood, it had little traction, and I hit the brakes hard and zip, it flew off the hood forwards, and I saw it run into the ditch to the left. Another good outcome.