Mountain of Trash
High Chair
This is just a fraction of the trash left by the horrible tenants.
Author: Shelly
Sunday Morning
Sunday Morning
I’m going out to Owen County this afternoon, to pick up a few things and maybe take some pictures. I’m glad I’m not driving. It shouldn’t be bad, as there wasn’t that much snow, but there is a layer of ice underneath everything, and you never know whether or not the roads out there will have been treated.
Rust and Snow
Electrical Box
I took this yesterday, while the sun was trying to shine. It’s been sitting on the outside window ledge on the 3rd floor landing of the main library for months. I assume the workers left it there when they were doing the facade repairs.
I don’t know when or if we’ll ever see the sun again. We got the promised snow. Are still getting it, in fact. I thought it might be a false alarm, because when I took Miss Brown out for last call, there was a distinct lack of cloud cover. I could clearly see Orion.
Snow
Dog Tracks
Cirrostratus
Cirrostratus Clouds Before Sunset
The clouds thinned and thickened and thinned again today, but they never cleared away completely. I stopped at the grocery store after work, and as I was leaving, I got out my camera and took a couple of photos of the sky.
Cirrostratus are sheets of high, wispy clouds. They are usually thin enough to see the sun and moon through, and they often produce beautiful halos and arcs. When these clouds thicken, as they were starting to do toward the west (the darker area to the lower right), it usually means that a front is approaching. We’re supposed to get snow and all manner of icy foulness starting tonight and lasting for, I think, about 24 hours.
They say a rose is a flower and that it is red
A coworker is retiring at the end of the year. Someone sent her a bouquet of gorgeous red roses yesterday, I assume because she’ll be leaving soon. It’s sort of bittersweet. She’s worked here her entire life, and I don’t think she’d planned on leaving quite yet, but she’s developed some mobility issues that make her job very difficult.
Anyway, the flowers are pretty. I think I probably caught them at peak color, but roses are fragile, and they’re starting to decay already. The whole thing makes me think of the Rasputina song Rose K.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts and then it is dead.
They’re Everywhere!
You know how once something is on your radar, you see it everywhere? The last time I bought deodorant, I got two. I think they must’ve been on sale. Anyway, I opened the second one yesterday, and used it without really looking at the package. Throughout the day, I kept smelling Jolly Ranchers. I couldn’t figure out where it was coming from, until I checked the deodorant package: pear scented.
Ahem.
The real question is, why on earth does pear scented deodorant even exist, and worse, why did I think that buying it would be a good idea?
Lazydog Blogging
It’s another lazy grey day, and since I’ve been working on photographing and scanning, and not entertaining Miss Brown, like I’m supposed to, she got disgusted with me and retired to her favorite napping spot. Of course, just as she was finally settled and starting to fall asleep, I decided it was the perfect time to take her picture. I’m mean that way.
Pear Journal Finished
Pear Journal
90lb Stonehenge paper Coptic bound with waxed linen thread and recycled notebook covers
9 1/2 x 6 inches, 9 signatures of 2 sheets (36 pages)
Bound 22 May 2007
Started 6 November 2007
Finished 13 December 2007
The Final Pear
Red Pear (detail)
Cloudy
I’m really starting to get tired of the rain and the fog and the endless grey, grey, grey. The sky actually cleared for about ten minutes this afternoon, but it didn’t take long for the clouds to come back and cover up all that lovely blue. And, of course, the forecast calls for more rain tonight and tomorrow. Ugh.
About the only nice thing I can say about the weather is, at least we haven’t had an ice storm. Yet.
