Lone assailant or teamwork? I don’t think the hummingbirds did this.
At least the raccoon(s) was/were polite enough to carefully leave the bottom of the feeder sitting on the railing instead of callously tossing it aside. I’m very curious about the mechanics of this operation—whether it was the work of one dexterous individual carefully unscrewing the base at the limits or their reach, or whether there was some kind of support from a friend (hanging on? standing on shoulders?) to make the work easier.
Even though we didn’t get the rain, things have cooled down and the air feels wonderful this morning.
Yesterday I felt a little hint of fall in the air as clouds rolled in and the temperature stayed lower than usual.
Today, with the clear clean sky and the birds singing, it feels more like spring or maybe what a summer morning would feel like someplace where the season is not so cruel. I hear there are such places, but my experience with them is so distant that I question my memory and their very existence.
Days like yesterday give me a little hope to help me make it through the month that starts tomorrow. August, the long hot month, makes me wonder what we are in for, having had such a merciless July. Then, of course there’s September too because I’ve learned that around here it’s a good idea to not expect too much of autumn until October.
At least I now have that little bit of hope and believe once again that fall does exist.
Friday evening and the white-winged dove makes its plaintive cry somewhere nearby. Sometimes they are relentless, going on and on like a lonely vendor in an out of the way stall at closing time, crying out to passers by as it tries to make a few more sales before having to go home to a hungry family.
This is that Friday time. This is that time—that expectant time that feels so full of possibilities, so full of freedom. This is that time—that time that never quite was and never is, always nostalgic without having any definable basis in past events. This is that time—filled with falsehoods and nothing solid, yet always feeling wonderful just the same. It’s that Friday evening feeling and the plaintive cry of the white-winged dove fits it perfectly.
Sunset on a Friday evening
Sometimes I feel like I’m going to break down.
Around here everyone (thing) is part of the family!
Chasing shadows and light can be great exercise
The shutters and multi-paned windows in our house often create some interesting shadows and beams of light on our floors and walls. The best times are early in the morning and late in the day. I have learned to run for my camera as soon as I notice something interesting because things change fast and and if I don’t act fast the effect that inspired me can quickly disappear.
Spent some time yesterday morning staring at the floor…
Many of our windows have some pretty old glass which can create some mysterious and interesting lighting effects.
and yesterday evening staring at the wall.
I hammered this together with a couple of nails to hold it while I attached the bolts.
…and a couple of well placed nails.
Sometimes I just want to use a nail. It’s been decades now that I and many others have been using screws and drills to attach and build everything. It’s so easy — just zip, zip, buzz, buzz, click, click and it all goes together nice and tight and sturdy. It’s faster than nails. It’s more secure than nails. It’s easier to remove than nails (as long as you don’t strip the heads, of course).
But sometimes I miss nails. Building things with nails is one of the connections I have with the past and with my father who died in 1995. He was a civil engineer and when I was growing up in rural Louisiana we built many things together — with nails, but also with lag screws and carriage bolts and cables and chains. I loved drilling the holes with the brace and bit in addition to driving the nails.
I know screws and nail guns are nice but I enjoy the directness and the not-having-to-be-plugged-in-ness of attaching something with a couple of nails. Not having to depend on electricity is a big part of what I like. Dad and I could build things anywhere — out in a field somewhere, by the pond, in the woods. Availability of electrical power was one thing that was never even on our minds.
So today when I added a little extra support to my workshop in my ninety-three year old garage, I thought about the way I used to do it as a kid and just for fun I used some of the old tools. It was just a few nails, a couple of holes and some cuts with the hand saw. The best part, though, was that I felt my dad there with me the whole time.
We had a great time.
This old brace and bit can still get the simple jobs done pretty darn quick.