Tuesday, 12 November 2019
Windy today, really quite windy. Makes me nervous, duh. I got out wearing overpants and turtleneck, gloves and wind-blocking ear covering and jacket. Yup.
Obviously, one double-u is the weather (supposed to be well below freezing overnight—brrrrrrrr), and the other is Washington. DC. Which I’m trying to not think too much about—generates stress.
Friday, 8 November 2019
Beautiful shade of purple, and unexpected in a grass.
Assorted smallish tall objects.
BeltLine art and Ponce City Market, the former Sears Roebuck building.
Lantana blooms and berries.
Very small puffballs.
I pondered composing a screed about the inefficiency of bureaucracy, but: too familiar, too boring.
Sunday, 3 November 2019
I was zipping along trying to keep my heart rate solidly in zone 3, and had to back up a step to get this photo. I snapped, and as I got my feet moving to re-attain my zone, I heard a voice behind me chuckle, “That’ll be five bucks!” Heh.
Tried out a night shot of the sky, letting the computations pile up to make the photo. Can’t decide if the green Thang is a UFO or schmutz on the lens.
Thursday, 31 October 2019
Hallowed ground: leaves downed by wind/precip. I see sweet gum and tulip poplar donations.
Hallowed flora: mushrooms burgeoning with autumn moisture. Mushrooms always seemed to me to be plants and not-plants, as in not-green plants, and therefore suspect. Bimodal categories are so inflexible.
Tuesday, 29 October 2019
“Leaves of three, let it be.” But, no, not that species this time. Say: kooood-zoooo.
Entrance to the underworld? [Caves, etc., being a portal to the underworld is relatively common in mythologies around the world. BTW.]
Sunday, 27 October 2019
We walked as far as we could north along the BeltLine. Seems like it’s usually “bridge closed,” but here it’s “after-bridge closed.”
Returning to the south into Piedmont Park, this big cooling fountain was going, although it wasn’t that hot.
Overhead: gorgeous blue, blue sky.
Wednesday, 23 October 2019
Our basil’s gone wild.
Black! flamingos. With scary red eyes!
Saturday, 19 October 2019
Free library in a churchyard. Did not check the titles….
Mild experimentation with wide-angle capabilities.
Friday, 18 October 2019
Not sure what to lead with…I choose the seasonal, emotional, and possibly artistic image. Ghoul I thought, rather than ghost. Not sure why. “Ghoul” is from a late 1700s Arabic word for “to seize” that shifted meaning a bit to refer to a desert demon/monster that desecrates graves to eat corpses. That’s specificity; a ghoul is no city-critter.
Now, switch to the merely mildly mysterious. I cannot figure out for sure how this feather got so deeply embedded in the azalea foliage. Wind?
Thursday, 17 October 2019
Ivy leaves. Strain selected for pale pigments (or whatever ivy has). This means reduced chlorophyll compared to the all-green relatives, and a greater risk of poor growth.
Very green ginger bud. No chlorophyll problems.
Artsy mortar joints. Not all grey is (pure) grey. No chlorophyll issues.