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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2025-09-02 10:50 pm

Here we are half-awake

The second-best part of this highly mediocre day was a gyro on which I put a phenomenal amount of tzatziki, to the point that by the end of it the meat was probably the condiment. The best part was taking a walk with [personal profile] spatch right before sunset. I remembered to bring my camera.



Since our street has proved something of a canyon when it comes to afternoons, I have gotten into the habit of walking up to Tufts for my allotment of late sun and brick.



Their last roses of summer are particularly voluptuous.



This Karnak-wall of sandstone belonged to one of the residential halls.



Up close it was filled with the wealth of tiny shells and spines and bones, the settling of an ancient seafloor.



Rob took a dramatically sun-flooded picture of me.



I liked the interaction of the subject with the shadow.



This brilliantly dead leaf in its mesh of green looked like as good a symbol of autumn as any to me.



A moment of silence for the birch that used to grow around the corner of our block.

I am not sure that Series 13 of Doctor Who holds together at all, but since Kevin McNally was playing essentially Marcus Brody if he had started in parapsychology instead of classics, I enjoyed him very much.
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[personal profile] asakiyume 2025-09-05 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
Whoa, in my missing-things-on-DW situation, I'd missed this gorgeous collection of photos. I love each one more and then it cycles around. A spiral of increasing admiration and pleasure! The light in the first few, and I love you and Shadow Spatch in conversation in that one. (Is that a dragon on your shirt? Very cool.) And yes, the softness and richness of the rose is SO alluring. Puts you right in a certain frame of mind.

There's something in the center of the former birch tree that looks elevated, so that at first I could see only a very broad mushroom--I didn't even notice the lower part of the stump. Now I see it as it is, but it makes me think about how our transformations, disguises, and alternate selves are always present.