Wednesday, 4 March 2020
This moss is shaded much of the growing season, so it’s getting a jump on its 2020 progress now that it’s warm enough.
Tricked once again: this is winter jasmine, not forsythia. With a holly-leaf background. Did you know there are twelve holly species native to Georgia? I read that somewhere…oh, in Athens at the BotGarden.
Sunday, 1 March 2020
I didn’t even try to portrait these apple blossoms; too irregular.
This bloom, however, is perfect: round. I don’t know what it is called; I’m calling pretty purple not-poppy.
Tried to portrait this decorative cabbage. Nope. I guess the flopping leaves sufficiently de-round it and the algorithm rejects it as a face.
People okay. Pets okay—cats anyway. I have it from a roving reported that goat-faces are not accepted for portraitizing, although I have not yet performed that particular experiment.
Sunday, 23 February 2020
Thought the morning was going to be murky. Wrong. Look: buds!
One last look at salt water. Cold wind. Look: unruffled gull!
Special public art: airport version. Look: I think this mix includes at least one duodenum!??
Lights rule here. Look: Earth!
Nice view of the new awning/cover from the train platform. Great trip; good to be home—these feelings can coexist.
The two movies were “The Current War” and “Parasite.” Enjoyed both.
Saturday, 22 February 2020
Harbinger of spring.
Persistent winter evidence.
Mardi Gras dragon. Wha?
Empty (large) lock at Ballard; maintenance underway. Deep!
Thursday, 20 February 2020
We felt the pull of the countryside, of getting out of the city…which also meant getting close to salt water in various locations. Wanna buy a yacht? These are for sale.
Went in a free museum in La Conner, the Museum of Northwest Art, and found two things of particular interest. This mural, William Cummings’s Skagit Valley Mural, 1941, was lost for decades and believed to have been destroyed. Cummings painted it for the local high school to promote vo-ed subjects that would keep students in the community, like operating a dairy. The canvas ended up rolled up in a farmer’s barn, with it forgotten that it was a painting and not a tarp. Recently, it was rediscovered and saved, and the Museum raised the money to get it restored. They put it on display just two weeks ago. Lucky us!
The second lovely story is that the main exhibit was of the collection of Betty Black, born in Scotland, but long-time area resident who died in 2018. For decades, she lived in a house that artist/sculptor Tony Smith (1912–1980) designed…for his father-in-law, Lawrence Langham Brotherton (1889–1969), aka my grandmother’s brother. I suspect I slept on the deck of that house as a youth (that is, back in the Middle Ages 🤣). Small, small world.
This shot is of one of the peaks of Mount Erie, but not the highest, although within perhaps two meters of the highest. Instead, it is perhaps the roundest of the summits. Interestingly/confusingly, we discovered no other nearby peaks with a HOMES lake name.
Stupendous view from Mount Erie. We’re having excellent weather for our visit this week. Lucky us!
Sea level. This view is to the south-southwest from Libbey Beach Park. Those organic “snakes” are bull kelp remains…very interesting texture…flexible but not soft.
Ferry ride! To the left, that’s the ferry going to opposite direction. Two vehicle decks on our ship, which wasn’t quite full headed toward the mainland. We met quite a lineup of vehicles backed up waiting to get onto Whidbey Island “after work,” or whatever. We had to wait perhaps 10 minutes to drive aboard. Lucky us!
Monday, 17 February 2020
Catkins?
Roots. Moss. Needles. Duff.
Blue, blue sky. Some puffy clouds.
Another primary color. Additive? Subtractive? TMI regarding color wheels?
Friday, 14 February 2020
On the move….
Hum-bao*. Best of the west.
Faded rose. Still gorgeous. Still smells rosy.
* Bao is Chinese for stuffed bun, usually steamed. Mmmmmm.
Wednesday, 12 February 2020
My dear spouse dropped me off while errand-running. Art in Little Five Points’ back alley.
Art on the access between the BeltLine and the Carter Center. Looks Bronze Age to me! 😀
BeltLine leaf. Art. Oak leaf, I do believe. In stainless steel?
Life along the BeltLine. A cat lived in this culvert years ago, but then I think it was empty for at least a cat generation, and now! Look! Sun-kitty!
And me! Thrilled that the sun emerged!
Monday, 10 February 2020
I was checking the neighborhood, having abandoned all hope of Vitamin D, at least in any quantity, looking for news of the weekend. Found this pile, perhaps the result of homeowner activity…or hired help. Hmm, I thought, recalling all the features of this edge of his lot, bordered by an alley.
I circled to the sidewalk side and, yup, indeed there was the silver fireplug I remembered, rather disguised, although not covered, by the vegetation pile.
On the other hand, that building to the right, behind the blue and green garbage “cans,” is a firehouse, so help is VERY CLOSE, should it be needed, and probably well aware of that hydrant.
Sunday, 9 February 2020
I keep photographing this sculpture; I’m compelled to try to get a good shot before the wind moves it to a less pleasing angle.
Infrastructure: POWer. The wind doesn’t move it…well, very much at all.