If you thought I was done posting photos of fall leaves, you were wrong. But this time, there’s a twist: not all of these leaves are fall leaves. Some of them are from this spring and summer.
In each of these photos, it was the holes that caught my eye. As is so often the case, it is the imperfections that lend character. I find it funny that while we seem to often strive for perfection, flaws and irregularities can be more interesting and appealing.
Here are 4 photos I’ve taken on different days in recent years.
I realized in posting these photos that I’m not entirely sure what to call the things in the photos. They are not unlike manhole covers, but the holes that they cover are not man-sized. They are significantly smaller, perhaps 8 or 10 inches in diameter. Definitely too small to fit a man. Perhaps a slender gnome could fit, in which case they could be gnomehole covers.
I’m feeling rather obstructed in my progress these days. Here are 4 photos of gates and doors that I couldn’t get through.
September, 2009. Sevilla, Spain.
August, 2011. Macau.
March, 2012. New York, NY.
August, 2012. Massachusetts.
Clearly, I am able to attach significance to these bits of metal (unlike those of 2 days ago). Also, I do seem to get around, even when I’m not getting through…
Here is a photo that really doesn’t signify much. However, I have committed to posting here daily this month. Please see whether you can attach any significance to these various lumps of metal.
This week’s friday foto finder challenge is to find photos to share of grass. People plant a lot of grass where I live, and invest a lot of resources into keeping lawns looking neat and green. For the most part, though, I don’t find it very interesting to look at. Here is some grass that planted itself in a parking lot somewhere, which I found much more compelling.
To find out whether the grass is green on the other blogs, pay a visit to the fff blog.
The African crowned cranes at my local zoo are remarkably photogenic. They were quite cooperative posing for me earlier this year, showing off their striking crowns of feathers.
Striking a pose.
Craning to look at me?
Bending over for a drink.
Showing off its height and wingspan.
Enjoying the mid-day sun. (This photo was taken a few years before the others, which were from earlier this year. I notice that this crane has darker neck feathers, and a smaller crown. I wonder whether this is a black crowned crane, and the photos above of a gray crowned crane.)
Friday’s friday foto finder challenge was to share a photo of a crane While my first interpretation of this polysemous word was of the bird, I was almost certain that I wouldn’t have any photos of this sort of crane in my archives. I knew, however, that I had loads of photos of construction cranes and shipping cargo cranes. But a bit of poking back through my old photos triggered some memories of a variety of cranes I had encountered.
To see what cranes others found, pay a visit to the fff blog.
It’s been a long hectic day, and now we’re on the road. It doesn’t look like I’ll have time to post anything from my laptop before midnight. So, here I am, posting from my phone before it runs out of battery. From a parking lot.
But look! A cute picture!
It’s amazing how enormous things can seem tiny, and tiny things can become huge, all depending on your vantage point. Right now, I am marvelling at the enormous amount of inconvenience and discomfort that can be caused by a tiny speck of something that has lodged itself under one’s eyelid. On a related note, one takes for granted the enhanced depth perception that one has from the full use of two eyes, and one realizes that one has taken for granted the ability to pour a beverage into a glass without pouring large amounts of said beverage onto the table.
Today was 11/12/13, a fun date for those people who like to enjoy fun dates.¹ The date has compelled me to post something with a numerical theme, though not about those particular numbers.
A few months ago, we were telling jokes in the car on our way somewhere or other. I don’t recall who started telling jokes, but at one point the conversation went something like this:
John: Why 7 is afraid of 8?
Phoebe: Because 7 8 9!
Theo: Why is 3 afraid of 4?
Everyone else: Um, we don’t know. Why?
Theo: Because 4 is REALLY REALLY MEAN!
Can’t top that.
And just because, here are a few photos of numbers.
Some numbers written by Theo at age 3. Perhaps they are all facing the wrong way out of fear of the number 4.
Who knows what sinister plans the 4 has for the 5 here?
Two 4s, looking as menacing as you might expect.
¹Yes, I am one of those people: Cf. my many Pi Day posts, as well as posts for 12/12/12, 11/11/11, 10/10/10 etc. Hell, I even posted something on 7/8/9 that I’d completely forgotten about.
collecting tokens 