Another Cercideae flower. See its colleague: http://throughatoonerdarkly.wordpress.com/2014/03/04/cercideae/
A citrus of some sort, I am not sure yet, as it us new. There are some kumquats nearby who went unnoticed by me because people pick the fruit green, and there has never been a single, ripe kumquat in more than five years.
Much needed rain with beneficial reflections.
The one side and the other side.
Clearing an old business, I saw this on a counter. It reminded me of nostalgia US magazines focused on the 1940s. Then, I looked closer and saw the date: 1989. Though one might think the golden age ended with the civil in 1975, it endures. A few years ago we were invited on a yacht trip to lunch. We set sail (the crew started the engines) from St. Georges’ Marina and cruised north. A straight line over the sea on a fair day is far faster and more pleasant than fighting traffic on the highway or spending hours along the sea road. I saw flying fish for the first time, but no dolphins or turtles. We (or the crew, that is) anchored just south of Batroun, and we met by a launch. It took us to a secluded cove devoted to a seafood restaurant full of bikini-clad women and golden-chained men. Children frolicked in the mild surf or collected little sea shells from the small beach. There was even a table set in the shallow water full of gourmands consuming plate after plate of prawns. The food was suberb, and I fell in love with barracuda, head-first. My vision had surreal overlays of the then-present and shimmering, golden glory of the past. The drunken owner added another layer.
The granularity is from the low light; the shades were drawn.
Having commuted by motorcycle year-round in Oregon, I was sympathetic.
There was very heavy fog in the mountains today. The lighting was very interesting. A pine forest near Beit Meri.
Very good, and only 5 dollars for what seemed to be half a kilo. Healthy too.