This is winter in Maine:
Every October, the sun retreats from my northern-exposure apartment. It’s a long, dark winter until I get direct sunlight through the windows again in February. Only a sliver, and only for a few minutes, but it’ll grow.
Here comes the sun! Yay!
Okay, technically it arrived about three days ago, but I couldn’t get a picture of it until this morning.
Does this mean I can stop being depressed, now? How about homicidal: can I blame that on the lack of light, too?
For the last two years, I haven’t cut off the flower stems of the hostas once they’ve gone by. I kinda like the look of the brown, empty seed pods:
This is what happens when it’s wicked cold and windy, and I’m too lazy to go out and shoot something worth posting.
After its near-death experience in a drafty, poorly-lighted window, I placed this African Violet between the 2 low-wattage lamps (one flourescent and one halogen) on my desk.
Picture #1, taken on the first of January:
Picture #2, taken today:
Both images were taken from approximately the same perspective. The only difference in care the plant received was the change in location, with its concomitant change in light and heat. Guess I can forget about growing plants on my window sills.
S. Weasel has promised that if I use the word “boobies” in a post, I’ll get tons of search engine traffic. Why anyone would be searching the web for clumsy birds is beyond me, but I’ll do anything “barely legal” for traffic. It’s too bad my humor only appeals to those “under age” six, though; it would be nice to have some “adult” discussion here every now and then.
By the way, The Not Quite Daily Weasel Times and Stoat Intelligencer has moved into new digs (follow the link), and now the Weasel is lording it over the rest of us proles with his very own hoity-toity domain name.
My concept of “the blog” is that it’s contemporaneous. To that end, I feel that I should be posting images and rants that haven’t exceeded their sell-by date. I’m being pressured, however, to post an image that’s 3 and a half years old. Since I don’t have anything else that’s recent anyway, and I’m such a people-pleaser, here it is:
This was shot with my old point-n-shoot digital. I had what I thought was a pedestrian, disappointing shoot of Bug Light in South Portland just before and during sunset. When I lost sufficient light to shoot the lighthouse, I started goofing around with the clouds and skyline, never expecting anything worthwhile from the cheapie camera. This surprise happened while I was talking to my sister on the phone.
Okay, I don’t have anything worth posting, but someone has been bugging me for more pictures. Well, picture this!
A pair of mallards feeding at the Fore River Sanctuary a few days ago.
lizard brain 