Seen on the American Tobacco Trail a couple of weeks back.
Who left them there? Did they leave them as a freebie for anyone who needs shoes? Did they switch them for running shoes? If so, why not put them into a backpack instead?
Where the trash cans stand as lonely sentinels against evil.
Where the streets loom against the sky.
Those last two shots were darker IRL but the camera tech brights then. For the next few, from a night when the power was out, TYG showed me a workaround.
And here’s one from 2020 I think came out very well.
Currently we’re doing our best to keep everything alive by steady watering to compensate for the 100 degree-plus heat. In June. And worse in years to come as Republicans have decided they love global warming. However we have these pretty photos from a couple of months back.
A couple of weeks back, TYG and I went to a display of live animals at the Raleigh Museum of Science and Nature. The highlight of which was a two-toed sloth.
I’ve seen sloths in museums before, but mostly they hang around doing little. Which is fine, they’re not there to entertain me. This one though? When she realized lunch was on the way, she got lively.
The woman feeding her eventually got the sloth to stretch into the “spider-man” pose.
Here are a few more animals from the same display.
There’s also this strange diorama figure. A friend of mine suggested the bird the man was holding was to make the fledglings think they were dealing with a mama bird. Sounds plausible.
One of the great things about moving up here is that there’s so much to do, more than we can ever get around to. Coolness.
Since that photo, one of the leaves has yellowed and fallen away. I don’t know if that’s normal or a sign the plant is in trouble. I guess I’ll find out as the year progresses. If everything goes well we can get it to bloom again this winter.
This cake was born when I realized I had two bananas that had become too ripe for my taste. I looked through my recipes and found one for a tahini banana/date cake. Tasty, with the tahini giving it an extra tang.
And here’s a bonus image, of a bush in our neighborhood with flowers blooming next to dying blossoms. Because that’s all arty and symbolic and proves how deep I am.