Work-out creativity

Snail spiral drain

I think of this as the snail spiral. It’s an aesthetically modeled drain in the H4WP*.

I especially like it as a brain-exercise. I step along briskly on the grey stones, voop, up one side and back the other, a couple of times. Stepping on an irregular surface is supposed to be good for your brain. I’m trying to counteract the less…um…toughening…choices I make….

* H4WP=Historic Fourth Ward Park.

Incongruity in the city

Drinking fountain woods

I do enjoy the occasional strange urban juxtapositions, like a drinking fountain in the woods.

Actually, I’m deceiving you. Off to the right, out of the photo, is a tennis court….

Confusing scenario

Ambulance parked

Here’s the setup for a short story, or a scene in a longer piece. The place: an urban wasteland, relatively speaking, near an old railroad line converted into a walking path (aka the BeltLine) and near a transmission station, next to a drainage ditch, under power lines, and near a mixed-use complex that’s mostly housing (converted from light industrial) on the other side of the ditch. The confusing element: an ambulance, parked, lights flashing, no one around (I watched for several minutes, and just saw the running lights). Additional aesthetics: a grey, overcast sky beginning to clear, a quiet weekend morning with little human activity out-of-doors due in part to a stiff breeze and relative cold.

Possible story lines (a start): Is it a simple driver-hiding-out-from-work? Is it more nefarious?

Alone in the city

Beltline in drizzle

Last weekend when we walked the BeltLine, there was a constant flow of pedestrians, and a few bicyclists. Today, almost no one.

BTW, flag flying in the rain? I thought that was a HUGE no-no.

[Pause to G00gle.] Ah, it’s okay if it’s an all-weather flag. Assuming this is that kind. I could hear it flapping; it was really snapping in the breeze.

Fibonacci? spiral?

Decorative landscaping poss succulent

I rhombulated* here and there at Piedmont Park, and came across this creeper(?) between here and there. It’s kind of a plant armadillo.

I like the sound of this not-quite-a-word (even though I just got four G00gle-hits on it!).

Fountain, artificial

H4WP fountain

Today, I ventured down the new(ish) ramp (aka Gateway Trail) that connects the Historic Fourth Ward Park* with the Beltline, angling along the Georgia Power yard between the two. Love this fountain, especially when the wind catches the water and turns it into blowing mist. I’ll like that effect even more when it’s hot out, although today I ventured forth in only a t-shirt (on top, that is!)…I hear it won’t be quite so nice tomorrow….

* Abbreviated H4WP or H4W Park. Just FYI.

Strong core muscles

Skateboard pool

One of three skate-pits (bowls?) in the Historic Fourth Ward Skatepark, Atlanta.

Lately, I’ve found myself drawn twice in the last week to the skatepark that’s adjacent to the section of the Beltline within my traipsing zone.

I timed my photo to not include the four guys that were practicing on the upper surface (not the pit), finessing flipping the board underfoot as they were airborne, by how they jumped up off the skateboard. Looked very difficult to me.

Me, I’m working on the trudging thing, accumulating those Fitbit steps. Today was a mosey day, with steps and, as it turned out, no “active minutes” (sigh). Still, I feel rather cleansed, even if I am certain that I could never get the jump-up-skateboard-flip thing down (in part because my abdominal/trunk muscles just don’t have that level of strength and coordination, and I sincerely doubt if they ever will).

Residential heating

Majestic coal chute

Apparently this model 101 coal chute from the Majestic company was a standard in its day (and its shipping weight was 45–50 lbs). This one is on an apartment building, but it was also used for homes.

The company was based in Huntington, Indiana, about twenty-five miles southwest of Fort Wayne, in the northeast quadrant of the state. The factory was east of downtown, on Erie Street between the railroad and the river. Where Erie ends at the river is an abandoned Erie Lackawanna Railway (as I understand it) bridge that’s in ruin.

Notables linked to Huntington: Dan Quayle lived there for thirty-five years; Mötley Crüe guitarist Mick Mars lived there for a while as a child. (Whatta pair, eh?)

Slanting sun

Chattahoochee path

We wandered along the bank of the Chattahoochee, amidst detritus accumulated after the last flood…along with fine sediments. Mostly, though, what was underfoot was leaves and small dead branches downed by recent breezes. We encountered a few people walking dogs (including one sweet puppy), and some others walking kids, and some parties with both.


Mill machine still life

Such a lovely day to get out and enjoy the beautiful sunshine…. We were working up a plan when the phone rang and we went in another direction, quite happily.

Clue: the Beltline was PACKed!