Monday, 9 September 2019
Lake had some waves this afternoon, but they weren’t pounding in, so the sand beach is preserved.
Here’s a late bloomer. I think I saw one other pea blossom on the property (not a thorough search, however), and that’s it. Goldenrod in background.
Queen Anne’s lace aka wild carrot, with ant friend.
Puffball posing. About half this size two days ago. How big will it get?
Sunday, 8 September 2019
Arty foam on the beach. Note: this means there actually is beach. This is special after the super-high water earlier this season…that lasted for months.
See: beach.
We whiled away some time just watching the water, lapping waves, passing birds. The dock was terrifically scenic.
Saturday, 7 September 2019
Many swamp-ponds in these parts, but not all sport cattails and goldenrod borders. Helmer isn’t technically a village any longer, but this pond is mighty pretty this time of year.
Garden sunflower, a delicate specimen, not a giant one. Heart of the bloom looks rather murky (under zoom-magnification (in original)), although I need to check it more closely. Wondering if all this rain has affected the flower and it will never open?
Low this morning on the porch. Nice day!
Tuesday, 3 September 2019
Integrating the day’s errand stops together, we stopped at the “new” H0leFuuds because it fit into our route better, instead of our closer-to-home usual outlet. It’s different. It’s oh-so urban, in a large structure with parking in a ramp that’s part of the building, get your parking ticket validated in the store (thankfully, the cashiers help you remember that step). We parked in an electric charging spot, and got the car topped off (well, to 99%) subsidized by WF and so free to us, thank you very much. Next to our spot was this fancy wall rack. Empty. Such a green city, ATL, ¿no? haha
Sunday, 1 September 2019
A lot of wonderful, excellent family time today. Perfect, sublime Sunday.
Saturday, 31 August 2019
Seems to me that yesterday the American modelers predicted routes for Dorian that came up the Florida peninsula, while the European ones predicted routes parallel to the coast to the east, over water. Today, all were predicting the latter. As I recall there was a big storm last year with a similar divergence, and after a bit, the American models echoed the European ones. So, the American modelers need to reconfigure their variables/algorithms, no?…but maybe they don’t know what they’re messing up.
Friday, 30 August 2019
I confused a passing runner as I got out of his way and stopped, so I could return to take this photo. But he was long gone by that time and didn’t know my maneuver was mostly to take a photo and not because he’d surprised me. [There’s a short story in this.]
There’ve been plant photos, but no flower pictures since the 17th. I’d say it’s time. [Not really a story.]
Proposed story moment: interrupted hobo bath. Cleaning on two fronts—water fountain and chemical—both in a limited way.
Thursday, 29 August 2019
Probably should have used this yesterday with my discussion about textiles. Only this is with cotton or something mimicking cotton.
Almost COLD this morning. Almost autumnal. Yay!
Haven’t heard a prediction on this, but I’m assuming we’ll get some rain here in Big-A-town from the spinning bands generated by the coming storm…Monday? Tuesday?
Wednesday, 28 August 2019
Reading about ancient plant fiber technology…what solution was used to make fiber “longer.” Do you splice or use a kind of spinning to hold the new piece in place (if I have it right)? A recent study shows that across a big swath of the eastern Mediterranean, for generations most fiber workers (probably women) used splicing earlier and longer than previously believed. What’s most interesting to me is that this was widely used for a very long time…and across a wide area…without change. Why? Why do it the same way your grandmother and here grandmother did? Why no innovation? This duration issue arises in other places with other materials, techniques, and technologies. We generally think of humans as innovators, but archaeology shows repeated examples of continuity for dozens of generations and across huge areas, even when populations are low. Love mysteries like this!
Monday, 26 August 2019
Always, these plumes catch my eye. [Always means most of the time, yah?]
Spotted this leaf on the roof. An hour later: gone. Two hours later: rain. Today’s progression….
Speaking of rain, I needed some basil, and just like last time, I was out just when it was raining. And it hasn’t rained much in the last few weeks.