Winterly harbinger
Monday, 14 October 2013
Overnight the fall weather gained a wintery underbelly. I found the frost moderately thick in the field before the sun angle rose and reached it.
And the sun has been with us all day, how wonderful!
Musings
Weedy field a-preening
Friday, 11 October 2013
In the dawn, the dim light drained the field of color, making the ground fog-mist the highlight of the vista.
Focus, architectural
Wednesday, 9 October 2013
Today was a gorgeous day that sun-warmed the front porch to well over 70°F, which was perfect because we had guests to dinner, and THE place to eat in our tiny cottage is the porch, not the kitchen, if you wanna do it right.
However, not much to report photographically, so this is from yesterday, the upper exterior of one of Marquette’s many gorgeous sandstone buildings. Perhaps the most famous is the Marquette County Courthouse, in part because the trial in “Anatomy of a Murder,” both in the book by John D. Volker (writing as Robert Traver) and the 1959 movie were set there.
Window blur
Sunday, 6 October 2013
I took this out the car window a couple of hours ago when it was rainier than it now is. A light fogginess added to the mystery and suspense that I imagined permeated the air I was zooming through.
Rundown of usuals
Tuesday, 1 October 2013
Sunny; mostly. Windy, more and more.
Lots of mature-tree issues. Sigh.
The little stuff, like this mushroom and its sentinel bivalve shell, seems to be fine. Whew.
Autumn arriving (more)
Tuesday, 24 September 2013
AC not flipping on = cooler weather.
Thai basil is madly trying to bloom, despite near-daily bud-nipping.
I see lazy-drifting yellow-gold leaves. Very intermittently.
Fall arrivé
Sunday, 22 September 2013
Last night was drizzle and a music-festival soundtrack drifting over the nighttime-neighborhood.
Today was…cool, sunny, and the evening smells like dog-dung.
At least, that’s the odor a few steps from this gardenia.
High and low
Sunday, 15 September 2013
In honor of the rainy mess in parts of Colorado, I’ve dipped into the archives for this drippy branch. I don’t know if this is a tamarisk or not. Meanwhile, here, the humidity stayed low.
Generous man
Monday, 12 August 2013
I had two omens to the contrary, and still I pursued my dream.
I exaggerate.
You see, I had a letter to mail. And decided to walk it to the box. By two, when the pickup is.
I checked the clock and knew I was cutting it close, but suited up (as in, put on sandals) to walk to the PO.
Asked the Guru if he wanted to venture out. No, he said, it’s going to rain. Okay, I said, I’m going to chance it.
Halfway to the PO I saw this sign—the second omen that I was on an ill-fated adventure.
I made it to the PO, and dropped the letter in the slot at 1:59. Aha, I thought, just in time!
I celebrated too soon.
Five minutes later, amidst a deluge on my return leg, I buzzed the Guru, and asked for a pickup, wet but happy.