Bleak night news

Night ginger

I’ve worried about her health for years. Goodbye, Ruth.

Lucky day

Basil seed bud

We managed to time our run to early-vote* to between rain bands. Sally, doncha know. Some rainfall was windy and would have been yucky to venture out in.

Basil bloom droplet

But it stayed wet even so, witness that magnificent droplet on a wee magenta-pink basil blossom.

* Not lucky that we had to vote because John Lewis died, and we need a representative to finish his term.


Cell tower buford

We took a Sunday-really-Wednesday drive, just to get out of the city. We really didn’t get far.

We stopped in a small town, now well within the metro area, and strolled down the high street…parallel with the railroad. Look: a cell tower; there’s really almost no farmland—the terrain is either floodplain or waiting to become housing and business developments, and the web of connecting roads and parking lots—if not already built on.

Bank chandelier

See: the small town has a bank. Or was-a-bank, with an oozing-financial-security chandelier. It’s now a restaurant and salon, but maybe the restaurant is covid-closed? Didn’t check; moved on.

Before coffee

Coffee filter

Of course, I took this picture for the momentary jab the play of light and dark and the mesh grid pattern generated in my not-yet-awake brain.

And, when I selected it for today’s fun photo, I thought: material culture…then: aesthetics…then that aesthetics are a learned value…and, pfft, I was descending into an anthropological abyss.

Recommendation: stick with the first paragraph.

Must. Tend. Basil.

Basil going to seed

I am so not keeping up with my gardening chores.

Great reads I’m looking at

Book pile

Here’re some perfectly fine titles I’m not currently making progress reading. I’ve been intending to read “Black Lamb and Grey Falcon” (1941) for years…Rebecca West tells of her six weeks in Yugoslavia in 1939. Multiple discriminating writer-readers say it’s among the best travel books ever.

“The Overstory” is Richard Powers’s 2018 novel I’ve started and just stopped like it wasn’t good, yet it’s terrific. And complicated. In the best way.

“Knights of Spain, Warriors of the Sun” (1997) is Charles Hudson’s most-excellent telling of the cultural clash when Spanish explorers invaded southeastern North America. What a superb scholar and writer he was.

Mr. Salyer’s new-new, thoughtful, timely book…. He’s the reason I don’t call The Guru JC. Mr. Salyer was the JC in my life when I met The Guru, and I couldn’t handle two, although most everyone then knew him as JC.

Yes, another history of the west…pretty much starts with the Lewis/Clark expedition, to discuss the AMERICAN West…there’s plusses and minuses to that; it’s another cultural history, I guess. Picked up HW Brands’s “Dreams of El Dorado” on our way through Austin last year–his hometown, so signed copy.

And all of them essentially collecting dust at the moment. Speaking of which: seems to me there’s extra dust in the house in these Covid times; however, nothing like the nastiness in the air in the western air with those huge wildfires. Yikes!


Color changed

I tried some filter fun with some naturally distorted images (through dirty window-glass).

BW changed

As you can tell, I didn’t spend long at it.

I like parts of both, but neither more than the other, on balance.

Getting high

Skyline downtown

I avoided being afoot in the neighborhood today (left knee cranky), but The Guru flew high. Photo by him. With gigantic thanks

Light’s changing

Tree filter

Yeah, look at that hotness. Thank you for your filter, MsTree.


MrSun is arriving later, leaving earlier, yet still bringing high-80s temps. Yet, Summer, we see signs you’re waning.


Golden frames

This shop space had a restaurant, then another restaurant, and another, just a long series of dining establishments over the last few decades that I’ve been watching. Then, with the January 2020 new year, one moved out, and we began watching that space. Soon, dumpsters showed up and workmen closed the sidewalk and raised dust…for quite some time. Then the dumpsters and workmen disappeared, no restaurant opened, and all has been quiet for months.

I can’t remember if these ornate frames are from the last restaurant, or the almost-restaurant. Now, they’re just waiting…to be wanted?