Just two weeks ago on a trip around Draper Lake, these purple flowers were all over the place. Fall is the only time they blossom. This week, after two nights down in the 40s F (≃ 5C) they have disappeared. This is one of the last images I took from my iPhone. I grew weary of the arrogance of Apple, refusing to help Linux developers figure out how to mount the file system so I could get the pictures off the easy way. Oh, and Apple is the only OS maker who believes you can’t possibly want to move photos via Bluetooth, even though every other OS maker includes it as a standard function.
Here’s the last iPhone image: I went to school here at Emerson in 2nd grade. I was sitting in the room on that second floor to the right of the huge tree when JFK was assassinated. As I recall, they didn’t send us home, but education was restricted to the theme of presidents and assassinations for the rest of the day. I recall teachers and students weeping. Isn’t it funny what memories stick with us for life?
This poor windmill broke down during the last high wind storm. I took this on another recent ride; I hadn’t been out that way in several weeks. I was actually hoping to get a good shot of this thing with the farm buildings in the background, but after that long, I suspect the owner has no interest in fixing it. My wife decided she was through with her Coolpix S3100 so I’m carrying it on all my rides. It’s adequate for most stuff.
Today I took a long ride out around Draper Lake. On a whim, I stopped at Point 1 for lunch. This is part of my view of the lake. The oak trees were quite talkative, though it’s the kind of thing hard to relate in words. There was a steady stiff breeze from the south (from the right side of the image) and I sat there a long time just absorbing the isolation. Nobody else was near me out there. The lake also greeted me when I walked the dozen meters to the shore. The wind, water and trees breathed a great sigh of peace, even as they warned me of big things to come. It was like saying I should hang on and be ready to handle it.
I get a sense of something like a warning order for deployment in my soul.