What's up overhead?

Answer: ceilings, of course; some make lovely patterns. Especially if the sun plays its part, as it does in the front lobby at Samaritan Village NH, where I often sit visiting with Mom. This is a morning location; by early afternoon, the light is no longer transmitted through the shade...

...and it's time to look in the other direction where light fixtures and fans are the players.

Here is a different ceiling, this across the street at the church. Without the fans, the patterns aren't quite as interesting.

Additions & Subtractions: I've removed a couple of blogs from the blogroll at right -- nothing was happening! And there are several newcomers. Locally, an educator concerned with using low-cost computers as a learning tool ... a Prescott woman who writes of adjusting to vision loss ... and an enthusiastic & flamboyant weaver. Also new: An Alaskan adjusting to life in the big city (Atlanta.) Read and enjoy.

Later & At Your Service: Mr. RV-Boondocker-Explorer (see comments) wondered what the pix would look like turned upside down. Ho-kay -- here are two of them. I'd say that the first of the pair doesn't look that outlandish and, thus, is a failure for the imagination. However, the second bears a certain relationship to a Hollywood vision of a high-tech nightmare. You can picture our heroine running between those knife-edged fans, pausing briefly to fire her blaster at the alien hordes on the hunt.

Treading Mud

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.