Sunday, 3 March 2019
I left earlier than usual, having heard the meteorologists say: rain later! I set off on a typical wander, looking for photo potential. Mmmm, maple “helicopters.” Perhaps for red maples? haha
Mmmm, a lion detail on a planter…. Hmmm? where’s the traffic?
Oh. Foot race. Hence, streets closed off, so, hmmm, an especially traffic free neighborhood, even for a Sunday!
Tranquil until the thunderstorm! Which now has passed. Whew. All is well. Wet, yes, but well.
Monday, 25 February 2019
It’s all about juxtaposition.
It’s all about shadows and shadow-makers. And orange cones? Wha?
It’s all about bathroom interior decoration…light fixture/ceiling…dare I say?…juxtaposition.
Friday, 22 February 2019
Smells so great, so very floral! [Forgot the name….]
No blooms; no smell. But prototypical yellow-green, I’d say.
Wednesday, 20 February 2019
I left the house and thought, hmm, soggy day again. Pretty tough to find a photo subject. And I walked thinking that for a while, noting the nodding heads of the daffodils (done that), and the puddles and sorted sediments from when the rain was heavier.
Then, I thought, geeze, I should have a better attitude.
And, sometime after that, I found this…a seat on a modern-type swing in the playground…with a reflection!
Tuesday, 19 February 2019
I made a tactical error in not getting out before about 11am. Instead, the precip rolled in and I eventually dug out the ol’ rain shoes and rain coat and suited up and headed out.
I found sogginess. Soggy moss. Soggy daffodils.
Wasn’t that bad, however.
Yet, about 5:30pm, when I took some gray-bidge out, hmm, sure seemed cold. And, as I scooted back indoors, I was sooooo glad I walked earlier.
Sunday, 17 February 2019
By the time I left the house, the rain had stopped.
Evidence of it was everywhere, however.
Although the chair I couldn’t quite figure out. Was it out for trash pickup?
The green theme just happened.
Friday, 15 February 2019
Several front gardens along this street have huge rosemary almost-shrubs that bloom together and look alike. I think they are sister-plants. And now it’s aggressive bloom-time!
Something caught my eye about the trunk of this large crepe myrtle. Shapes, color. Aesthetics.
That street also has this immobilized pickup. It’s been here for something like six years. Usually it’s on the other side of the street. My new hypothesis is that someone is using the boot like a steering wheel “club.” Strange.
Thursday, 14 February 2019
Flowers for my valentine. Also a free library mural.
And, for my sweetie, a new vehicle.
This, however, is a photo I prepped for yesterday, then neglected to post. The title was to be “Hello, Moon.” Still works.
One time, we met a man named Valentino in Sicily southern Italy in a cave and he blessed us, but that’s a story for another day.
Saturday, 9 February 2019
Mostly, I do pretty well at plant identification, compared to the average bear. At least, that’s what I imagine.
This: mystery-tree-to-mee.
* Or…are my conclusions influenced by watching the first two episodes of “Russian Doll”?
Wednesday, 6 February 2019
In flower terms, we drove from variegated camellia…
…to flowering quince. We did not use flower power to get us from there to here, only the usual petroleum product.