Musings

Uh, oh

This was the dusk/sunset sky. Now the moonlight is streaming in the skylight. This sets up the “clear and cold” we’ve been told to expect…arrgh, lows in the teens the next THREE nights…unseasonably cold. Brrr. Yeah, NOT Atlanta weather.

Fleeting lighting

Five minutes later, this prismatic effect had disappeared.

Measures of cold

I think this analog assessment…

…is protected from the worst of the weather, and the digital, official measurement is even colder.

Meanwhile (I’m not Colbert, but it’s a good word), the wind chill was a big, fat, flat-out zero.

In the teens

This day was backwards, in that all day the temperature dropped…even though it was sunny—thankfully. It’s now 16°F and still dropping. Glad we have the “big” duvet out!

The reflective surface is the thickly polyurethaned Uncle Bob Table…because The Guru’s Uncle Bob made it…years ago. It’s a piece of our heirloom furniture.

Brrrr

Five of the next six mornings are to be below freezing (as was this morning), and three of those are in the teens.

Where are my overpants? 🤣

Found stories

Cherry blooms

Here’s the story of a brave tree that repeatly offers blossoms in December and January and other winter months…or maybe the genetics of not making fruit screw up its flowering patterns.

Is this an ethical dragon…I mean, eating gnomes…? But, then, can dragons be ethical? Or maybe it’s a dinosaur, and, we’re seeing merely that worlds have collided. [Oh, and note bulb foliage behind the monster.]

Bowl stack

Bowl stack

Sometimes, I need to stick to visual aesthetics and avoid minutia and thoughtful ideas (sometimes long-winded). Here’re assorted curves.

One of those days

Our favorite fisherman is now casting in the big pond in the sky, you might say, as of this afternoon. We are grieving, and also glad that he is now at peace. These are not easy times, but the wheel of life turns this way and that, and today’s turn took our favorite hunter-gatherer. These were two of the four keepers he caught this lucky day back in September 2021. They were fine eating. We miss him greatly.

O4W (park)

O4W stands for Old Fourth Ward. The northern part of that neighborhood, according to the present boundaries, is centered around Historic Fourth Ward Park, which is where there was a spring, and now there’s a pond that’s designed to impound stormwater. Here’s a bridge to nowhere, or a pier, over that water.

All the buildings on the right, and most of those at the far end, have been built since the park, and the BeltLine trail you can’t see (to the right behind the buildings), were established less than a generation ago. The star-shaped pattern is from the aerator fountain, which stopped just as I snapped this (just the way I timed it haha).

I’m hypothesizing again

I call this Heron Pool, below this aerating waterfall, as I once saw a great blue wading and stalking koi here. Within a week or so, the pool was mesh-covered. Now, there are fish and no mesh, yet I have not seen the heron. In the center of the pool there’s a Japanese maple, and it’s now much larger and more sheltering than it was years ago when I saw the hunting heron. How ’bout when all the leaves are gone, though?