I was really pleased with the picture of the rose that I posted yesterday. I started looking through some other pictures I’ve taken, and I decided to do a short series of pictures that I have taken that I really like.
Here’s today’s entry, taken last fall at the botanical gardens at Iowa State University, Ames, Iowa.
I got home from work this evening, and found that the power was out in my building and neighborhood. I came in and opened all the windows, as it’s still pretty toasty here in. I laid down on the coach for a minute to think about what to do with the power out, and I fell asleep. A nap is a perfect thing to do when it’s warm, the power’s out, and you don’t really have any other things pressing on your agenda.
It was a great nap, too. Great up until the part where I started dreaming that Mama Bear had started dating my ex right after we had broken up. In a ploy to try to get him back from her, I was following him around throughout the entire dream, groping him completely inappropriately. I have some of the craziest dreams sometimes.
Weird dream or not, I would still take that nap all over again. Of course, now I’ll be up pretty late, but so be it. I’ll catch up on some Netflix now that the power is back on.
The Supreme Court here in the Golden State has overturned the ban on gay marriage! I would have thought this would have happened a lot sooner in our state, but I’ll take it, any way.
Take that Republicans!
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – The government should not be dictating morality by sanctioning one marriage over another. It’s all or none. One for all and all for one.
I didn’t take as many pictures when I was at the Winchester Mystery House on Mother’s Day, as I was just there a few months ago and felt like I took plenty then. I did get these three shots in the garden that I think are pretty damn awesome, though, so I’m just throwing these out there.
I really like this picture of the rose. I might even get it printed out and framed; that’s how much I like it.
If you can’t stop and smell the roses, at least photograph them.
Most folks in the Bay (Yay) Area are amateur meteorologists. That’s due to the fact that the weather here is so freaking, ridiculously, nonsensical. It’s true that you’re just as likely to need a heavy coat in July as you are in January, and the warmest month of the year is usually either September or October. We’re surrounded by hills and ocean and bay, so there’s all these little pockets where you never know what might happen. For the most part, though, it’s usually just about 60, year round, day in and day out.
Then every once in a while, the wind changes direction. See, that 60 comes from the fact that the wind is blowing in from the ocean, usually bringing cooling fog in with it. In the summer, the fog is with us in the morning, but burns off in the afternoon for a few hours of decent warmth, before the fog returns in the evening. That fog is what “they” call the natural air conditioning. This is more so in The City than in the East Bay where I live, but it’s still not as hot here as in the Central Valley, generally.
However, a few days ago, the winds changed, and are coming out of the East, across greater California, keeping out the cooling fog. It’s toasty. I love it. It’s supposed to be in the 90s in The City tomorrow. For those of you not so great at math, that’s 30 degrees hotter than normal. And in the East Bay where I live, it could hit 100. And to that I say – BRING IT ON!