Musings

Pink roses

We’re just a month before the shortest day of the year, and the sun angle now catches this stained glass window, which is in an interior stairwell. Is that a strange location?

Only almost

We watched two movies, you know the long-form presentations not serial shorties, back to back (pretty much) late this afternoon and into the evening. I think it threw my pacing off and I almost forgot to create a post.

Brown shades

I stretched my legs in the big park this morning, and Lake Clara Meer was a fine reflector. Note the brown shades that are typical of the leaves of Atlanta’s oak-dominant canopy trees.

Ground truthing

All meteorological reports this morning indicated it was foggy out. Here’s proof!

Two-act play

Act One: young man photographing young woman. Aww.

A half-hour later…unexpected Act Two: switcheroo!—young woman photographing young man, with considerably more posing instruction.

And a mystery man at the tripod. BTW, what’s the tripod for in this play? And that second man? Or maybe there’re plans for a movie, too? Questions abound.

Note that although there are many ginkgo leaves on the ground, there are even more on the trees.

Didn’t buy

I like brussels sprouts, and I especially like them fresh-cut from the stems, which is typically only easy to achieve when they’re shipped in around the special November and December holidays. Like now.

Despite his huge garden, Dad never grew brussels sprouts. Or cabbage. Or potatoes. The latter two, we did eat, and I think Dad didn’t grow them because they were cheap in the stores and tasted good enough (his judgment). Brussels sprouts…don’t know why, but combined with the fact that Mom never served them, I’d say neither of them liked them. My hypothesis: they weren’t sprout people. Or cauliflower people. Broccoli, however: yup; that was in the garden, and we ate plenty of it.

Leaf posing

Proof that gravity didn’t get shut down along with the Federal government.

Limit 2

Each. Too bad I wasn’t in the market for a whole turkey.

Science has upgraded

One of the impactful benefits of academic publications shifting to digital rather than dead tree versions is that the graphics have improved greatly…by adding lotso color.

Vegetation signals

We uncharacteristically ventured out this evening and took in a friend’s opening. We thought this flower arrangement was appropriate for paintings categorized as surrealism.

On the way home, I snapped this, proof that the pair of ginkgos up the street still have most of their leaves.