Tuesday, 22 February 2022
We needed a high-quality leg-stretch today, and walked to the park. From the bridge we could look into the orchard. The weedy orchard. I think this overcast is exaggerated by a smear on my lens.
See? Also, note the aggressive green algae bloom. [Which our walking companion says was known as frog snot (was that it?) in the part of the rural Midwest where her husband grew up.]
Monday, 21 February 2022
I remember there are eleven hollies native to Georgia, although I may have the number wrong. I suspect this hedge is an Asian interloper. I thought it looked far perkier than the rain-weighted drooping daffodils I might have photoed.
Of course, the most famous holly of southeastern North America must be “Ilex vomitoria,” famously used by native peoples to make a beverage with a name translated as Black Drink. Which is what we call our morning coffee around here. Yes, incorrectly.
Sunday, 20 February 2022
Nice colors in the sunrise sky. I looked the other way, and saw the moon, too, but it wasn’t photogenic (roofs).
Channel flipping brought us a few minutes of a replay of the closing ceremonies. I know that was supposed to be a stylized snowflake, but it looked more like a star in a Christmas play to me. I’m sure the Chinese officials did not expect a Christian interpretation. Did they use international focus groups?
Saturday, 19 February 2022
We’ve watched a few minutes of Olympic competitions lately (and very little blah-blah filler), mostly curling, pairs skating, bobsled, and half-pipe. In the latter two, the competitors get more than one chance to perform, and the best score is the one that counts. My head is a bit dizzy with this to beat the best competitor so far and that to get a medal and this other to win the gold…that kind of thing.
Me, I have stats, too. I still think that my AppleWatch’s “Move” figure is the most useful metric for daily activity. And the threshold I like is based on basal metabolic rate (BMR;several websites estimate this), that is, a metric for being active beyond the minimum of just being alive (roughly).
I strive to have my Beyond exceed 40% of my BMR, and I prefer it to be above 43%. On active days, I’m over 46%, and super active, for me, is over 50%. These days, anyway.
Friday, 18 February 2022
On That Corner, the materials left from yesterday were sidelined today…and neater and more out of the way than late yesterday.
Meanwhile, two blocks away, a crew had been here last week painting the front of a house, and I thought the shoot was over the next day. However, I was wrong, and it seemed a full staff was here today. Movie or advertisement? Dunno. A safely dressed traffic-person was busy helping all the delivery vehicles. The minute I was there, I could see FedEx, Brown, and Prime, plus civilian vehicles. A typical Friday-afternoon crush here at this well-used residential cut-through.
Thursday, 17 February 2022
Heavy overcast, although I found these (and other) blooms cheering.
That Intersection was partly open, with one crew working around the edges of a pile of unused pipes and other materials. I could not tell if all the detritius would be removed today or not; they would have needed another vehicle and a motor-driven loader to accomplish that. Maybe I’ll check tomorrow. The road surface, however, looks ready for thousands of tires.
Waiting for a line of bad weather to come through, oh, between now and 3am.
Wednesday, 16 February 2022
It looks like daylight, but it’s a 3-second night shot, on a clear evening with a bright, bright moon. The magic of photography….
Tuesday, 15 February 2022
I tackled, in a limited manner, window-washing today, and managed to clean inside and out of the three largest downstairs (public area) windows. I used soap-and-water initially (this stuff) to get the worst of it off (or loosened)…followed by a typical window-washing mixture…for shine?….
Monday, 14 February 2022
I’m promoting a non-religious revision of today’s holiday, rather like Festivus is to Christmas…since I’m not a Catholic and don’t believe in Catholic-fanatical saints. So: Happy Twizzle-day!
Can you tell the Olympics free-dance skaters are busy on the big(ger) screen in front of me. Yay: Chock and Bates (who?).
Sunday, 13 February 2022
I meant to write about this yesterday…I happened be on the same street as an AmazonPrime delivery truck. I counted nine deliveries over perhaps a third of a mile, most of that with houses on only one side. And, is it no surprise that Amazon’s upping their annual fee?