Charging complete
Wednesday, 5 February 2020

Free range.

Captive audience.
Title is from the Prime’s interface. Vroom.
Wednesday, 5 February 2020

Free range.

Captive audience.
Title is from the Prime’s interface. Vroom.
Tuesday, 4 February 2020

Abandoned ceremonial marker.

Teensy root ball for such a tall tree.

I think that iridescent film on this spring pool is natural. Think.

Okay, outta the woods. I rather like this portion of the dogwood statue juxtaposed against the midtown skyline. And the reflections, of course.
Monday, 3 February 2020

I feel compelled to look up when I visit this sculpture. Sorry to say, I’ve never looked for the artist’s name and the name of the piece.
I just checked GooMaps, and it’s not there. Aha, cleverness…new angle of attack. Success! The BeltLine website indicates it’s Tim Frank’s “Angier Spring Monumental Work,” commissioned for this location and installed in 2017.

No Canada geese are nesting this year at this floodwater catchment pond. The turtles are flourishing, however (on sloping rock, and elsewhere in the sun and out of the water).
A couple had brought bread and were throwing chunks at a pair of mallards. I’m guessing the turtles will eat later, after they are thoroughly warmed. I did see bread bits floating elsewhere in the water, with schools of minnows chowing down in radial formation around each piece.

Arrrgh. Lousy exposure. Next time. Nice to have deep shade; temp today reached 76°F.
Sunday, 2 February 2020

We got to the park and right away spotted this dudette/dude “pecking” along, searching for food, I thought…”looking for a lost contact,” the Guru said knowingly.

Muscovy duck view of a cactus on a monumental planter dating back to an exposition, I think in 1895.

Duck view, if in flight. I was atop the (six-story?) parking garage that drew all kinds of flack when it was proposed, under construction, and first built. Now, as promised, you pretty much can’t see it, even now when the leaves are off. And nobody complains that the parking pressure on the neighborhoods nearby dropped…for a time, although plenty of visitors still cruise the nearby streets for a free spot. C’est la vie. Or is it c’est la view?
Saturday, 1 February 2020

Welcome to February, the red-heart-and-flowers month. Somehow January zoooooomed by while I was in a fog.
Mirai is Japanese for future. Toyota has a model called Mirai. Do not confuse Mirai and Marais. The latter is French for swamp. End of language lesson.
Friday, 31 January 2020

I can’t describe how sad I feel that publicly visible corruption is endemic in our national government. I was staggered that two of our Supreme Court Justices were willing to go on live television and lie under oath…nope. I’m stopping here….
I leave you with…? drooping gold sheep? under a tree of life? I don’t know what I’m looking at. [Mall window display, little-used side hallway.]
Thursday, 30 January 2020

Serious crane-truck to lift that protective steel plate…I did wonder what equipment they use for that. [I like the reflection of the safety vest in the mailbox.]

Are squirrel-discarded pecan shell fragments also a form of infrastructure?

Flower update. Yup, the early bulbs are hitting their stride.
Sorry if you were mislead by the title and were looking forward to reading insightful comments about the 💩 flinging going on in DC.
Wednesday, 29 January 2020

Recently, the Guru told me he wanted to watch “The Man DeLorean”—that’s what I heard anyway. I was thinking of the car guy (not one of the brothers).

Turns out he was saying “The Mandalorian,” which is quite a different thing. And we binge-watched it, and we have finished the series, and I miss it.
Sunday, 19 January 2020

Sunday stroll with The Guru: highlight…a rainbow. Human-made-not natural, but in my book: a rainbow is a rainbow is a lovely event.
For a colorful chronicle, see The Guru’s narrative.
Thursday, 16 January 2020

I’m skipping mention of the Big Doin’s going on in WashDC, and instead focusing on…small. And local.

These two blooms are from intertwined bushes. Do you see the different shades of pink? I wondered if the camera/iPhone would capture them. Conclusion: pink subtleties—capturable.
For thoughts on the Big Doin’s, visit The Guru’s comments in his resuscitated blog here.