Sunday, 8 May 2022
All the weekdays last week reached highs in the 80s, and the morning lows were comparably high. Such a pleasure this morning to begin in the 50s, and top out about (merely) 70.
Most roses in bloom at the moment are red-red. I found this in a rosegarden front yard, with over a dozen colors of roses. This specimen was by the sidewalk, and ripe for photographing.
Sunday, 1 May 2022
All week I heard about the showers we’d be having today, aka First Alert Sunday; however, each day the severity was slightly reduced. Even this morning, we were promised pop-up showers…which is far less than the pattern promised early in the week. You can guess the outcome: totally dusty-dry outside.
Sunday, 10 April 2022
These are the peaks east of Sams Gap, which the Interstate crosses north-south, and the AT crosses east-west. And it’s the state line between Tennessee and North Carolina.
Geography lesson over.
Fortunately for us, the white stuff was at higher elevations than the road.
Saturday, 9 April 2022
Early menacing clouds.
Mr Ohio’s childhood Big Rock. It’s about seven feet high, I’d guess (hard to tell scale in this image).
Vine scars.
Crossing the Ohio.
Thus, today’s visual theme is clouds. Wait, perhaps you are thinking, what about The Rock photo? That has, um, a puffy duvet of clouds.
Friday, 8 April 2022
This is a city hall, although I find the architectural philosophy matching ever so many county courthouses. Including the cannon. Unusual to be painted silver an to have a chunk of 2×6 blocking the barrel.
I confess I had to look up the USS Maine, as my recollection was too foggy. Ah, the Maine sank in Havana’s harbor, and at the time officials said it had been by a mine, but now it’s thought to be from an internal explosion. Anyway, that kicked off a whole war. Yikes.
Snow report: we saw flakes; we saw sleet; we saw fleeting sunshine. Mostly we drove through rain. And here’s a large rotten snow pile with some fresher frosting…the overall report is rain and melting.
Thursday, 7 April 2022
This pile is so large because it was from a cleaned parking lot. It’s snow snow snow, nevertheless.
Small ponds still had ice in the centers, but larger bodies of water, like this: open water.
Yes, we did another latitude shift north today. And experienced graupel twice, hours apart. [Graupel is not in the Apple dictionary; it suggests grapple—not the same at all.]
Wednesday, 6 April 2022
We drove far enough north today that we found pears in bloom, rather lushly decorative among these old (for the Midwest) buildings…
…not far from the Uh-Hi-Uh river.
Fun fact: although many boundaries that follow rivers track the middle of the river, or what was at one time the middle, somehow, that’s not so for the Ohio River. Indeed, the state of Ohio, The Guru (aka Mr Ohio) says, doesn’t “have” any of its namesake river.
Friday, 1 April 2022
Pollen season, but pollen vanquished (temporarily) by storms in the last twenty-four. Sunny. Not hot, yet pleasantly cool. With dogwoods in bloom.
Friday, 18 March 2022
I admit: this is last evening’s moon. Most of today has been rainy, and it’s still too overcast to see that orb at the moment. I’ll look again tomorrow.
And this morning the dawn was pink/red along the horizon, and the Meteor-a said the color indicated that the weather would change and rain was coming. Just like the sailor saying.
Saturday, 12 March 2022
Windy. All day. Big gusts and small.
Unsettled weather. Unsettled me.