Friday, 10 January 2025
Did you hear it snowed in Atlanta today? This was most of the three inches we got at our house.
Behind the treeline, that’s the local landmark Mercedes-Benz Stadium. You can see from the south line of the Marta train (which perennially has filthy windows, shown here). Here’s a hint: the south line ends at the airport, “the busiest in the world,” although perhaps not today with the number of cancellations. But not us!
Thursday, 9 January 2025
We’re watching the weather around here…watching so closely I was exhausted and crashed early…hence the late post. 😇
Wednesday, 8 January 2025
It’s not pretty, but it tells a story…gutter ice in sunshine, with leaves.
Monday, 6 January 2025
I’m guessing that’s a beech, the one with the tan leaves. They hold them very long, and bud out early.
The messy green shrub in front is, I think, some kind of honeysuckle nastiness. I say that because it offers little in the way of pretty.
Sunday, 5 January 2025
I find my mind keeps going back to the dinosaur track fossils found northwest of London in 2023 and reported this week, especially the drone shots that show the entire nearly 200 yards of prints. Amazing.
[Confession: I stole this photo from my 2022 archive, still 5 January, however.]
Saturday, 4 January 2025
Four of us enjoyed a delayed holiday meal today, with a turkey-dressing theme…missed the cranberry sauce…I’m glad the gravy turned out so tasty.
Friday, 3 January 2025
It was still pretty dark this morning when this critter trundled purposefully past the back door and around the house, zoom: gone. I thought: “Silver Streak” and chuckled har har har.
Thursday, 2 January 2025
Look at this slow-water river. I’m still working out where all the sand came from. Upstream, yeah, but where?
Totally different scale: look at this dried trunk, cut to clear a path of a fallen tree, probably dead or almost dead when the wind rushed in.
Wednesday, 1 January 2025
We dined this evening on hoppin’ john slightly re-imagined, which I sure hope still qualifies to give us good mojo for 2025. The black-eyed peas were fresh, mmmm. I lightly cooked the collards. The grain is off piste—it’s wild rice, which of course isn’t rice botanically…. The broth of all three was from some turkey thigh bones I held back for this evening.
