The big poplar ginkgo next to my office, adjacent to the Rotunda, lost all of its leaves overnight earlier this week, leaving a bright, circular, yellow carpet beneath it.
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Mini-vacation.
I’m on my third day of a 3.5 day mini-vacation in the Outer Banks, down in Avon. The sky is so blue that my iPhone can’t take a proper picture of the cape — everything has a blue wash over it, an artifact of an overwhelmed CCD.
Charlottesville sun dog.
I spotted my first-ever sun dog today, high over Charlottesville: The day that I moved to Blacksburg, a double rainbow hung over the town. The next time that I spotted one was 16 months later, hanging over the town again, the day I moved back to Charlottesville.
Among us.
The last week’s rain and gloomy skies have yielded a bounty of mushrooms in the forest all around our home. They are of every size, shape, and color, some rising a foot off the ground and many the size of the head of a pin. They’re yellow, red, green, orange, brown, white, blue and black. …
McIntire fireworks.
That’s a 15-second exposure of the grand finale of the fireworks in McIntire Park, here in Charlottesville. It was tough getting good fireworks photos — a stiff breeze rendered all images of fireworks horizontally streaked.
Foster kittens.
We started fostering Lady Bird at the end of November last year, and we adopted her a few months later, when it became clear that there’s just not much demand for gassy, elderly, perennially-terrified beagles. One of the many things that scare her (including, literally, her shadow) is cats, so we’ve avoided fostering any kittens, …
Driving on the cape.
It’s day four of my week at the beach, this time a real vacation (no work), unlike two weeks ago. We drove out to Cape Hatteras. Turns out a Subaru Forester isn’t the best vehicle to use off-road, but it all worked out.
Mollusk shells.
The ground in Rodanthe is littered with oodles of these mollusk shells, each no more than a quarter of an inch across. I wish I knew what creature they belonged to, or how they got there. Today we drive home, and the vacation is over. At least, until our next Outer Banks vacation in two …
Barren beach.
56°. 35mph winds. Spitting rain.
Nights in Rodanthe.
We’ve accidentally rented a house in Hollywood-on-the-Outer-Banks. Richard Gere and Diane Lane are filming “Nights in Rodanthe” a few doors down, having rented a series of beach houses and the fishing pier. They shot some sort of a crab-boil scene down on the sand under the pier yesterday afternoon, and the whole thing was lit …