Can’t keep up with reporting, visual and otherwise. Anyway, an external view of my workspace garret…
And the walk home, including automotive encounters (my apologies to the non-sympathetic) …
More of the walk home:
Gotta check in on Dog 163 …
And finally — anybody remember the keyboardist of Iron Butterfly? Now playing at a local bowling alley:
Outside on building, on my block:
And elsewhere:
Swallowing the bitter disappointment of the carrot harvest, I walk downtown at 9am in the 80-degree-and-climbing warmth, taking Catherine Street for its shade, pausing for a brief conversation with a neighbor about dogs who think they are people, and spotting an 80s Carrera Cabriolet.
Whereupon I meet Bob and his SteinTrike …
On my walk to my downtown workspace today, I chance upon the three-wheeler cruising up our street. Stopping to talk for a minute — that turned into one hour — I learn that this 82-year-old pedals a good ten miles a day around town, favoring the Prospect/Taumarson loop around the south part of town and past WalMart and Verizon and on to Andy’s, for its smooth surfaces.
Turns out that he took this up because his doctor tells him not to drive, but he was always a mountain biker on two wheels before now. He recounted a few near misses in traffic, but his most dismaying incident on the streets was when a lifted diesel Dodge pickup jumped in front of him into the bike lane, stopped, then spewed clouds of black smoke over him, then squealed away. (See “coal rolling“, referring to the sociopathic so-called “sport” that seems to have taken hold with a certain segment of society in the past couple of years or so.) Bob turns out to be a two-block-distant neighbor (and also has a classic MG Midget stored in his garage). Almost every time we go shopping or driving about town, we see Bob, fearlessly pedalling along.
Judging the age of a dog is not one of my strengths, but I would guess that Dog 163 tends to the older end of the spectrum. Most days I take a walking route to my workspace that takes me right past Dog 163, on our street but a couple of blocks away. He is friendly and gentle and often seems to sleep. I frequently photograph Dog 163 in his yard. But this week, Dog 163 has been absent and I have to wonder … Here are some of the images of Dog 163, collected over the past few weeks.
Up at 6am to assault the rolling hills around Bennington Lake. First, an overview looking north of the lake (original panorama image size is 160″ x 18″, here scaled back radically for presentation on a web page):
Then, traipsing (enthusiastically, more or less) about the adjoining fields, hills and paths:
While walking to the workspace early this morning …
[rDay Eleven-Hundred-Ninety-Eight]
After a morning hike, it’s back to the downtown for some catch-up at the workspace. Walking home via Main Street and Palouse Street:
