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Sunday, September 25, 2011

Biguns

Yes, we grow them big down here, especially in the cooler season after the first hurricane.  Behold these sprouting by the bus stop over by the A.M.E. church with a grave and obelisk all to its own.

To the one side


And to the other

Not to be outdone

And don't forget over to the other side where the gravity surge occurred.

And if you're wondering just what makes big, here's my #13 for comparison.  Think one foot's worth of mushroom.  Non-edible, of course.

And then the loner, much like me.  Alone.  Alone in the pack.  Unloved.  Unlovable.  Better off that way.  Not sharing the ice cream.  Or the aged dog turd.  Generally and demonstrably forgettable.

But not to worry, there'll be more.  Lots more.

Unless the bus traffic picks up.

Post-Pride Gleaming

When the rain abated, we headed back to the car, dreams of a late lunch dancing in our heads.  As is often the case when I lead the pack, we took a less than direct route to the car.  I rarely see this as a real problem, and more often, I see it as La Mano de Dios en Mi Vida, but that's an essay from another time that we won't bring up here.  Suffice it to say that we had a rousing discussion regarding used mattresses.

After the first mattress, I saw this by the sidewalk.

The gleaming in the peeking sun that followed the tropical downpour rendered a dazzle I usually do not associate with mushrooms, and in this instance, I attributed the gleam to the combined glory of 15,000 like-minded people some three blocks away.

Nonetheless, I thought maybe the better camera would take the better picture, and here is what I received for the hardware swap.

So much for that extra effort. These peonies wannabes were not to be captured this day, at least not in a form outside my mind's eye, and there, just there, we behold a scene of stellar luminescence.

Friday, September 23, 2011

After the hurricane

It's been a few weeks since Irene blew through.  I was out of town that weekend, but I hear that we, mostly, had a blustery day.  Our neighbors to the east and the north were not so lucky, and they will likely date from Irene.  NYC took a bye when the degraded eye arrived a very few hours after high tide. Word is that had the water been one inch higher, Manhattan would have been a whole lot wetter.

Many will tell you that the day after a hurricane often presents some of the most beautiful skies of the season.  That is generally true.  Bluer.  Cooler.  Dryer.  There's also the relative change and that collective sigh of relief.

Irene's passing brought us some rain and some cooler weather.  In the weeks following, the landscape greened and bloomed.

The mushrooms were not far behind.  These two are modest examples of the volley ball-sized mushroom I saw  at the dollar flick.  Sadly, it was night, and the light was not sufficient for my cell phone camera.  I hope you can forgive me.


Farther down the street, we have a couple of oddities.  We never know exactly what is beneath our feet, and I like to think of these two as the fingers of some dead man rising to claim his vengeance for an untimely death.  We won't tell him that his assailant is also long dead.


They also come as singles.


Many of us come as singles.