Musings

Sticky

Window green

I just went outide and our thermometer indicated it was 88°F. My app indicates 84°F. Either way, it’s also darned humid. But, no Debby rain—whew.

Lucky ATL

We’re on the edge, or perhaps just outside the edge, of the Debby storm. If you have heard “slow moving” think about what happens if strong rain…keeps…raining…and…raining…accumulating over a foot, and well over a foot in some places…and the topography is flat flat flat. Here, however, we have some increased overcast…(we’re getting off easy). I keep wondering if it was, say 1888, and some people were good at reading the sky and temperature patterns, etc, would those talented folks have idea what was happening just a couple of hundred miles away?

Organic gathering

Do I notice the botanical detritus that accumulates in the gutters more because I grew up with snow drift-ettes that recurred in those locations?

Timing

I reached back to this day in 2021 for a photo. Sometimes the past is great fun to visit, and a distraction from the present.

Overanalyzing

We toured across piedmont Georgia to lunch with relatives, then returned. Along the way, I spotted a sign reading horse supplies that tickled my funny bone. Still does. After all, who would want an unsupplied horse?

Incremental botanical knowledge

Native to Mexico and southward. I knew dahlias are New World, but not marigolds.

Updates

I (software) updated two devices this evening while listening to the excellent news about the Americans (and people of other nationalities, totaling 16) who are no longer being imprisoned by Putin.

Sticky

Today, I dodged current events after…well, hmm, moving on….

Let’s just say that the weather’s been hot and humid everywhere I’ve been the last two days; however, now that I’m in ATL, it’s buffered by AC. At the moment, I’m being selfish and not green about this.

Proportional built environment

Half-bridge.

Double turbine (the left “one” that’s actually two).

Well-lit light

In celebration of MondayFunday, we braved the leg-height clouds of biting stable flies and walked from the mouth of Hurricane Creek to the AuSable Lighthouse. We hoped for a breeze when we got out of the woods, but it was at best intermittent. Still: we survived.

Look at all the shapes and textures…bricks painted and unpainted, metal roof “shingle” overlaps, linear eave layers, and the most eye-catching: the flashing stair-steps.