Musings

Our evening began with this platter, and the yumminess continued. Mmmmm.

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I saw this rain-shower aftermath and thought: ginkgo dry wash. Still think that (even though other leaves are mixed in).

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Here it is almost Thanksgiving, and our bulbs are “springing” forth.

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To my eyes, it was far darker than this—after all, it was 6:30am, and sunrise didn’t happen (technically) much later, until 7:19am. My eye keeps being drawn to the contrail beautifully framed in the tree-opening.

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We’re just a month before the shortest day of the year, and the sun angle now catches this stained glass window, which is in an interior stairwell. Is that a strange location?

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We watched two movies, you know the long-form presentations not serial shorties, back to back (pretty much) late this afternoon and into the evening. I think it threw my pacing off and I almost forgot to create a post.

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I stretched my legs in the big park this morning, and Lake Clara Meer was a fine reflector. Note the brown shades that are typical of the leaves of Atlanta’s oak-dominant canopy trees.

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All meteorological reports this morning indicated it was foggy out. Here’s proof!

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Act One: young man photographing young woman. Aww.

A half-hour later…unexpected Act Two: switcheroo!—young woman photographing young man, with considerably more posing instruction.

And a mystery man at the tripod. BTW, what’s the tripod for in this play? And that second man? Or maybe there’re plans for a movie, too? Questions abound.

Note that although there are many ginkgo leaves on the ground, there are even more on the trees.

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I like brussels sprouts, and I especially like them fresh-cut from the stems, which is typically only easy to achieve when they’re shipped in around the special November and December holidays. Like now.

Despite his huge garden, Dad never grew brussels sprouts. Or cabbage. Or potatoes. The latter two, we did eat, and I think Dad didn’t grow them because they were cheap in the stores and tasted good enough (his judgment). Brussels sprouts…don’t know why, but combined with the fact that Mom never served them, I’d say neither of them liked them. My hypothesis: they weren’t sprout people. Or cauliflower people. Broccoli, however: yup; that was in the garden, and we ate plenty of it.

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