Photo by Roman.
Formerly an embassy of Wrens; note the truncated perch.
Tag: courtyard
Door Light
Photo by Roman.
This is not an evening photo. The sidewalk illumination is sunlight reflected off of a doorway. You can almost read the house numbers…
Bunny
Water Ritual
Among the many puzzling if not quaint customs preserved by the natives of Chicago is the weekly Watering of the Concrete. Since this is mostly a summertime ceremony, it can be quite refreshing on the hottest of days. The origins and meanings of the ritual are quite obscure but are said to be related to another ritual, The Paying of the Rent.
How Much Was the Rent?
I could probably actually afford the rent for a place that size, not much larger.
Come along. Mind the police tape, though; it’s the scene of a tragedy.
One egg, the size and color suggesting a Robin, so there should have been more and the end of July is far too late for just eggs in any case. My feeble forensics can find not a clue, Sherlock; the possibilities are numerous and multiply. Such a flock they are!
But I would favor a tale including shoddy construction on an unstable platform but there could well be more to it.
Like I said: I could probably afford a place like that.
Life Lights
Photo by Roman.
End of Spring Flowers
This in celebration of having made it through nearly half a year with the world still whirling, if throwing off smoke and sparks and giving off a horrid screeching… Otherwise it might be mistaken for an ordinarily lovely time of the year.
Am I down? Well… yeah… but this is a celebration, yes? Progress! Onward!
And I know just enough botany to tell you these are flowers and leaves caught at a lovely moment. Are they a distraction? Oh yes. May your future be filled with lovely distractions…
Springing in Place
Photos by Roman.
I’ve run across photographers able to bring macro photography of flowers at least a step beyond a pretty picture to something resembling floral portraiture, wherein the flowers are posed to suggest a vaguely human personality. Alas that I’m not one of them unless by accident; my technical skills and my equipment are far too modest. But these are pretty cute anyway, eh?
Oh… I’ve also seen portraiture of chickens… just sayin’…
Purple Phase
Photo by Roman.
The flowers are nice, yes, but it is the green bush stems that some how leap to the fore in this image… for me anyway.
Arachnid in the Bathtub!
And what kind of name is “Shelob” anyway?
Photo by Roman.
For this I beg your pardon. Some will object to the image quality. Meh! The lighting was poor that morning. Some will object to simply being presented with a spider. Eek! But the spider is now dead and I wish to present its image to all and sundry because I killed it out of fear. Although, when it appeared in the tub that morning, it was warned: You have six or seven hours to leave.
Centipedes heed this warning more often than not and are gone by then. If not, it is removed, scoop and toss, leaving it perhaps a bit less fit but still alive and able to do what it does so well: Hunt other bugs.
The spider remained in the tub and was whacked with a sandal. Yes, that is a double standard for rescues. Centipedes are reliably venomous and are far more alien-creepy than any spider could be and they move real fast. Using alarm as a standard, centipedes should die on sight. But centipedes seem to listen whereas spiders have a cold just-business-nothing-personal affect even though they may be harmless and shy. I lief leave spiders be when they’re not in the way. Otherwise…
So this is my apology to the spider. It was entirely personal. You were not even food.
Yip Abides 