Musings

Yeah, this is an odd angle to look at a vehicle. Yet, what’s the vehicle tricked out to maximize? Are those rectangular forms antennae or liquid holders? That implement on the roof—it’s not a weed eater, so what is it?
Quick goo-search: Land Rover Defenders start at 73K or 153K, depending on I’m not sure what. But that doesn’t explain the extras….
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Universal reason #8 for out-of-focus photo: very hot-and-muggy, so I didn’t hang around to take a proper photograph, and not merely a snap.

Okay, admit it: you smiled (or at least thought about it inside).
Posted at 8:22 PM |
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Pop of color coleus. [Just darned pretty.]

Already! The seedy season is here.
Posted at 8:36 PM |
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Like gardenias and camellias, I was unfamiliar with caladiums when I moved to the deep south. I’ve never grown caladiums, although one time I planted them at the new house of friends.
Posted at 9:26 PM |
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I mentioned dahlias two days back; here’s one from the R-garden over in Athens. Yup, we took a wee road trip—great fun and many laughs.
Posted at 9:49 PM |
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It’s a wild weekend here in the ATL, with Beyonce doing cowboy hat concerts downtown, and the baseball folks congregating on the north-side ahead of the All-Star game on Tuesday. I’m glad we’re just outside of those orbits.
Posted at 9:56 PM |
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Seeking words to add to this photo, I discovered that coneflowers (Echinacea) are native to eastern and central North America. That surprised me…in a good way. I often figure (erroneously) that pretty garden flowers are from elsewhere, like Asia and Africa.
Bonus: dahlias are also New World—from the Basin of Mexico area, as I understand it.
Posted at 9:36 PM |
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Seconds after this, the rainbow colors disappeared.
Posted at 8:20 PM |
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Just before dark, thunder boomed and moisture descended. This photo was from the earliest moments of The Arrival.
I’m not in a desert by any means, yet this event made me think about Gary Nabhan’s slim volume The Desert Smells Like Rain (1982). The title is from an observation by a Tohono O’odham child, a native of the Sonoran Desert, as I recall. [Link to read more about the O’odham by the O’odham.]
Posted at 10:12 PM |
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Every once in a while, I visit the BBC/Scotland webpage (link), and scroll down to find a selection of readers’ pictures from the week. Some are artistry in heightened saturation, some are long-lens captures (puffins are a favorite), a few are closer to snapshots, and some are of fabulous sunlight or sky moments. The ones I linger on the most tend to be patterns in nature. This is a mediocre example, but you get the idea.
Posted at 9:41 PM |
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