It’s autumn, a.k.a. fall. And the leaves are falling in large numbers. And that means anywhere there’s a tree, they are sometimes landing on people like arms of a jacket; they’re not as small or dry as you might think this time of the year.
What was mostly a green landscape began to gather browns, then reds…
Yes, I’m still alive. I’ve been busy with … stuff. Making progress in digital signal processing (and not quite doing it right); watching YouTube videos —er, learning about my world; in an online relationship; engaged in long-overdue cleanup, insomnia, and various other real-life things. In all, I’ve lost some interest in blogging.
Mostly, I’ve been on twitter. It’s a bit of an Orwellian nightmare out there. “The truth isn’t the truth,” says Rudy Giuliani. “What you’re seeing and what you’re reading is not what’s happening,” the President told his crowd. The corruption, the appalling and illegal undermining of democratic norms and ethics, and the increasingly twisted defense of it all. The American public is being scammed in so many ways. It takes a toll on me as I want to help people, but I am unable to. (…Don’t feed the trolls.)
In July, I walked the path that runs by the house. The trails were very green, and full, and… full of flies. You get used to how green it is here in Maine, but sometimes you notice the green light pouring in thru the windows… or notice the greens in the gutters.
So I was asked to do a post on the life or progress of the pink roses in the living room. And as you can see, it has developed quite a bit. There are three new blooms, and a fourth bulb on the right (out of frame) that may bloom as well.
But let’s start at the beginning. This is the earliest photograph I have of the roses. If you’re not familiar with our plant, they were a Valentine’s gift from my aunt to my mother last year. The delivery person apparently left it in the snow— a snowbank, perhaps; our neighbor to the north saw it, and brought it to our house with a note. Luckily it survived. Upon becoming part of the home, it’s been watered daily. Continue reading A rose is a rose→
So I ventured down the nearby trail to survey the current conditions of the season. (And to get better photos than last time’s journey down the trail.) The animals are out, and nothing made that more clear than a massive ruffling of leaves ahead to my right at one point… or more unclear as I couldn’t find any cause of the disturbance.
Down the southward path of the intersection, I presume (the longer, denser end), I saw a chipmunk to my left and a squirrel to my right… both of them scared of my presence, of course. Continue reading Lost in the woods→
So the country has switched over to Daylight Saving Time (save Arizona), and spring season is here… in name, anyway; it’s Maine. The clouds parted on Saturday, and it’s been blue ever since, until this afternoon. The geese have appeared here or there; but they may have figured it’s still too cold to migrate back yet.
There have been some fierce, pushing-your-car-door-closed winds, and branches have fallen. But the sunlight has been noticeably strong.