Sassafras Tree
Flame-leaf Sumac Tree
The line of trees at the back of the field behind my apartment is made up mostly of sassafras and black walnuts what I thought were black walnut, but are actually flame-leaf sumac (Rhus lanceolata). I love the explosion of scarlet against the grey and green of the sky and grass.
Fox Grape Leaf
Sumac Leaf
Sassafras Leaf
It’s been drizzling all day. When I walked the dog after work, I noticed that the leaves in the back field were beaded up with rain drops, so I went back inside to grab my camera.’
Flame-leaf sumac (Rhus lanceolata) (raw from camera)
I love the way this photo turned out, just straight from the camera. It could have been centered a little better, but the colors are super saturated. When I’ve mentioned that taking photos on overcast days has certain benefits, this is what I’m talking about.
Of course, that didn’t stop me from tinkering around with it.
The Dalai Lama, that is. He is currently across the street, along with a big-assed police escort and what appears to be a contingent of s33kr1t service and FBI agents.
That is all. As you were, comrades.
Carriage House and Pear Tree in Spring
It’s been gross and blustery and cold here the past few days, so I thought a little springtime imagery would be nice.
To add to an otherwise craptacular week (yes, the city inspectors did finally show up yesterday afternoon), I overslept this morning. I think the wind must have made the power flicker, because when I finally woke up at 5:30, my clock was flashing. Yikes! I threw on some clothes and started to take the dog out, when I noticed that there was a strange guy lying on the steps to the upstairs apartments. Double yikes!
I haven’t a clue who he was. He may have belonged to the stompy girls, but I decided I’d better take the dog out back, instead. When we came back inside, I heard some fumbling around in the stairwell and assumed it was Mr. Sleepyhead leaving. I called work to let my boss know I’d be late, then took a shower and finished getting ready. When I finally left, I found the guy passed out in front of my door. I decided that no matter who he was, he didn’t belong there, so I called the police.
It wasn’t even so much that I was creeped out by his presence, but if he did belong to the stompy girls, and was kicked out last night for some reason, then he had no business sticking around. Rather than take a chance that he was intent on causing trouble for them, I thought it would be better to let the cops handle it.
And then, wouldn’t you know, as the cops pulled up, the guy left. They said they saw him leaving our front door and getting into a car that had pulled up.
It must be Random Wacky People Week[tm] in my building!
red paper boat 