Friday, 13 January 2023
Our azaleas sport brown, curled leaves after the seventy-ish hours below freezing we had recently. I thought a picture would be too depressing, so here’s a pansy from exactly one year ago. BTW, today’s high was 26° below yesterday’s high of 70°.
Wednesday, 11 January 2023
I encountered this machine today, fortunately in a display case not my ophthalmologist’s office. I was so enthralled by its elegant form that I didn’t even look for a label to determine what it was designed to do.
Tuesday, 10 January 2023
Feeling genuine? I hope so.
Feeling safe? Hope so, but it’s tough if you’re near the Cali coast.
Sunday, 8 January 2023
This dawn light lasted less than a minute at maximum color. And I was there. Ephemeral.
Saturday, 7 January 2023
I look at this carpet and think, “I have no idea how to decode this textile,” or: once again—my ignorance. This piece was made, I’m pretty sure, before 1950, and perhaps a generation or two before. It’s some kind of special, perhaps not very. I wonder, however, as I tromp across it wearing outdoor shoes.
Wednesday, 4 January 2023
Turns out we got another wave of precip/storm overnight (after yesterday’s post) and through midday. This was at 7:20am. We received enough rain to cause local flooding and general super-moistness. Then, by 2pm, sunshine and gorgeousness.
So, we headed to our favorite international food shopping emporium to peruse a large assortment of plant varieties (while well masked). I found these Win Beans. That’s a typo for winged beans, and winged beans are Psophocarpus tetragonolobus. The whole plant is edible (including roots), and the pods have frilly edges, as you can see. Did not buy (call me chicken?).
Sunday, 1 January 2023
As I recall the traditional southern New Year’s Day good luck/health/wealth menu includes rice, field peas/beans, and greens, often collards. We had spinach for the greens and mixed beans (mostly garbanzos and black) for the beans. We skipped the grain, but had wheat crackers. We topped with white cheddar, green onions, and fresh cilantro.
Saturday, 31 December 2022
For this mini-essay, I’m putting 2022 in air quotes. It’s certainly been a year.
During this year we crossed the equator six times (if I’ve counted correctly). All within a two-week period. Also, we’ve lived through ups, and we’ve lived through downs.
All typical.
Yet, somehow my sense of time seems dented and distorted.
Still, I’m happy to be here on the cusp of 2023.
Saying goodbye to 2022 (please imagine air quotes).
Although you cannot tell, this is a sunset photo, the last sunset of the year.
Friday, 30 December 2022
Working through random thoughts on my 2022 life…from the ground up. No conclusions yet.
