Musings

We arrived

I call this the bloom of spring welcome. Or better: the spring bloom of welcome.

Surprise

I knew about the old blue Chevy (historic!) in front of us, and I was trying to capture the reflection. I didn’t know about the bike-lane logo until I saw the photo long after we had crossed the Ohio and were driving deep in Indiana.

Good good good

I’m proud of how this clean-out-the-fridge dinner turned out. Frozen pizza (cheese with arugula from TJs, and some prosciutto), plus veggies instead of salad (onion, garlic, red pepper, and spinach, sautéed together). With a topper of extra parm and snipped fresh basil.

Pink fondness

I so lean in to pretty flowers…well, flowers in general.

Oh, memories

Remembering a gorgeous sunset viewed through the dunes at the Oregon coast well before the current heat wave.

Just a pretty

No symbolism here. No subtle message.

Floral debate

Once again, my ignorance is revealed as vast. Magnolia grandiflora, and I think this is a specimen, is native to southeastern North America, although perhaps south of this actual location. [Or is it Magnolia virginiana; I get confused.] Still, it’s generally local and native. But perhaps that qualification means that it is an ornamental and non-local. Ah, horticultural fine points.

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I especially enjoy evergreens; they are so bold through the winter blahs. I am pleasantly surprised to see the berries this early in the season. Or maybe I’m just ignorant of the pacing of the juniper growth patterns.

When o when

I was reading about Chaco Canyon prehistory today and got to thinking: when was it we were there? Turns out: almost exactly a decade ago. Here’s a very large kiva, not sure where.

Pretty sure these are some of the rooms back against the cliff at Chetro Ketl. When were these places in use? About a thousand years ago. And still amazing.

These are scanned slide images (thank you, Guru). A different modern time, too.

We saw rainbows

Two years ago we visited Shoshone Falls, on the Snake River, in Idaho. We got within a hundred miles of that spot when we creased Idaho about a month ago. For whatever it’s worth.