Without all those pretty greens and blossom colors of spring and summer, one's winter eye must look elsewhere for interesting patterns. On today's walk, I was lucky enough to hit a patch of ground that hadn't dried out completely from our last snow. Better yet, truck drivers had been there recently enough to leave a mark.
Makes me wish I'd been out earlier this week before there had been so much drying -- but it's been cold. I'm a wimp about chills these days.
I like the way those little stones and that single pine needle have been embedded.
And here's a pattern in one of the unpaved neighborhood streets that gets a layer of special, very fine and very grey soil every time the city sends out the blades. This pattern is on a surface that is nearly dried out.
Monday, February 05, 2007
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Granny, that's what I call getting down to business.
You mean down to earth, don't you, Steve?
And here's a pattern in one of the unpaved neighborhood streets that gets a layer of special, very fine and very grey soil every time the city sends out the blades.
Is that kitty litter they spread behind the plows?
Probably a first cousin -- it solidifies reasonably well, tho after a long dry spell, it radiates fine dust particles. The city started the practice following a fire caused by one of its blade operators breaking a gas line; theroad had been cut down too far. Now, the idea is that after a period of storms, first the trucks go through & deposit a layer of this special stuff, it gets a once over by the sprinkler truck & then the blade does a once or twice over lightly, being careful not to cut the surface any lower than it was.
It reminds me of the sand/plaster deep relief art we used to make as wee ones, and paid good money for when done by professional artist types. Good for testing the strength of the art hooks on the wall!
Hey -- so I can call those shots arty, too!
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