19 October 2016

Going Topless

thanks to Jeff Liverman for the photo!

Its almost late October. Seven mornings ago, the low temperature was 35 degrees. The leaves are changing into their autumn hues rapidly (and falling). Here on the farm, the temperature at 4:00 p.m. today was 81F. According to the Blacksburg office of the National Weather Service, the temperature there was the hottest on today's date since they began keeping records in 1952.

Tomorrow is scheduled to be in the high seventies and then a severe cool off with high temperatures dropping 30 degrees by Saturday. Back to fleece jackets...

Mr. Fuzzy looked at all that information and, believing this to be the final warm day of the season, put the top down on the Morris Minor and enjoyed the balmy conditions today. Great fun. Especially when shared with a friend.

11 October 2016

That was fast- - -

The transition from summer to autumn was rather abrupt this year. It was in the high 70s not long ago, now seeming like ages ago; when stepping out to welcome the sun this morning and discovering it was 37F, there was a minor chock to the system. Then a large, beatific smile developed.There was scattered frost on the rolling lands and roof tops along Falling Branch Road, unusually early in the month.

As regular as the motion of the heavens, certain trees on the farm are always the first to evince their recognition of the changing seasons. Perhaps they are more sensitive than their neighbors.

On the whole, the leaves are still decidedly green without a hint of yellows or reds. Its due to be another chilly night and the ten day forecast is very autumnal. Perhaps the colors will cascade towards the warm portion of the spectrum this week.

I hope your world is filled with beauty and wonder, regardless of the type.

26 September 2016

At Long Last-

Chrysanthemums on the patio

Ah, but first a little (very little) closure from the prior post about Betty Boop. There was little mechanical damage and the knowing mechanics placed the new battery in a "marine box" which should absolutely prevent any reoccurence of the problem. That's the good news. The claim was filed with State Farm Insurance 28 days ago and nothing has been received at this end. Not good. The last time I filed a claim (1983?), it took a manly lawyer named Ted to get a check written. Perhaps business practices never change.

At long last, summer's stranglehold on Floyd county seems to be relaxing. After a summer of temperatures ten to twenty degrees above normal, a cool front has blown into the county, soon to be augmented by a second cool front. It was 82F on Saturday, ridiculous for the mountains at this time of year. Yesterday was largely foggy, the result of a temperature inversion. As you already know, Mr. Fuzzy thinks there is no better time to photograph than in the fog. For your visual delectation, Here's an image from yesterday, taken with a 196os Russian Iskra camera.

The prolonged summer has caused odd effects on plants. Cosmos and some zinnias have re-seeded; the second crop of the cosmos will bloom in a few days. Remarkable. The food garden went heavy on peppers this year, planting four varieties. Despite the lack of water since mid-summer, they have prospered, keeping the kitchen steadily supplied. One variety is still blooming and all four are still growing peppers.

Several years ago, a common variety of yellow calendula was grown from seed and has done well and perpetuated itself. As a result, this year a second variety was started, a little unusual one. Both are still in bloom as if it was mid-summer.

Another plant begun from seed were the portulacas - in pots on the patio. They, too, have outdone themselves and although past their prime (with which Mr Fuzzy can empathize), still are blooming madly.
 An absolutely wild success has been a particular marigold (must find that seed packet!). Marigolds always are decent but this variety has been outstanding. They've not received any watering other than from the sky and yet the plants are huge. Here is a portion of ONE plant:

 Last but surely not least, the zinnia patch:

 As this is closed, it is raining gently and the temperatures declining. Perhaps autumn will come soon.

28 August 2016

A Real Eye Opener

   As at least some of the readership is aware, Mr Fuzzy motors into town many Sunday mornings to meet friends for breakfast at The Blue Ridge Cafe, in bucolic, scenic downtown Floyd. Today was no exception.
   Climbing into the 1940 Ford DeLuxe Coupe about 7:45 a.m. the trip began as every other, down the dirt driveway, on to the dirt county road thence turning onto the state highway. About 400 yards down the highway, the ampere gauge pegged to the positive side, indicating the alternator was charging at its absolute maximum. Hmmm, what could cause that? Before ten brain cells could engage fully, there was a distinct odor of smoke. Then wisps of smoke. Then smoke beginning to fill the passenger compartment.
   It was a long 300-400 yards into a large pullout...
   Once stopped and the ignition turned off, the next move was to grab the fire extinguisher in the trunk... which was locked... back into the now smokier car... finally unlocked, the trunk hood raised and - - -  the battery was on fire (the battery is in the trunk on many hot rods) and the upholstery behind the back seat had ignited. Step #1 was to pull the large spare tire away from the battery so the rubber would not catch fire, step #2 was pull the fire extinguisher pin and douse the fire. Given the amount of flame, it was surprising that one quick release of fire powder completely stopped the fire. Oh my.
   Next, call the fire department & police on the cell phone in case of a flare up... that would have been a good plan but not with a dead phone... fortunately a good Samaritan pulled up and asked if I needed help - she phoned the authorities for me. A county deputy arrived in a couple of minutes, then a second and then a fireman.
   The deputy called a tow truck, and now Betty Boop is parked in front of her mechanic's shop awaiting his expert eyes on the morrow.
   The damage from fire, smoke and battery acid appears to be relatively confined - it was maybe a minute or less from catching the (full) gas tank on fire, which would have been very interesting.
   It seems to often be the case in Mr Fuzzy's life that things could always have been worse. The car could have burned up - and its driver. Ye old lungs still can feel the hot battery acid infused smoke and after two washings, beard & moustache still reek of it, gentle reminders of the unusual beginning of the day.

25 August 2016

Contemporary Longrifle Association

rifle by Judd Brennan of Alaska, perhaps the greatest living gun maker

Willy Frankfort, artist on horn
a new gun by Ken Gahagan, master of aging firearms

Ken Gahagan educating a newbie
The annual meeting of the CLA has come and gone. It was much better attended than last year and mot of my friends report selling more, although there were some notable exceptions. Its what Mr Fuzzy wishes his high school reunions were: lots of old friends, warm & fuzzy feelings, new friends to be established, great art to peruse, and a few new things in the house that are extravagances...

Remember you may click on any image to enlarge it. In particular, the Brennan gun is worth a careful examination.
Brian Anderson with his traditionally forged tomahawks

Plains Indian style hide painting

Delft style ceramics by Lisa Crew

purportedly an original 18th century Native American horn

12 August 2016

Two complete Orbits around the Sun

Rain and humidity have been the norm for the last few weeks, accompanied by higher than normal temperatures. Some nights have barely descended into the sixties. Oddly, there has not been a typical amount of fog this year - until dear friends from New Mexico came to visit. The Fog God ended his vacation time and returned with renewed vigor. Just when it behooved me to show old friends some of the 60-mile panoramas of Virginia, visibility dropped to near zero.

Its been nearly a month since conditions were ideal for driving or washing the cars - but now that the New Mexicans have moved onward, the sun and lower humidity have returned, perfect for bathing the Morris Minor and the Ford Coupe this morning. These cars have a particular poignancy today, the second anniversary of The Divorce Settlement, since the ex had declared she wanted (and would get) the Morris and probably the Ford. Not, mind you, that she could drive a stick shift - or see over the hood of the coupe... My faith in the legal system is very circumscribed but after adequate time for being  tortured, it finally came through for me.

Life is now peaceful, rewarding, and very, very full; as good as its ever been. I am so fortunate.

“New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.” Lao Tzu

06 August 2016

Much belated

On Sunday nights, a local wood fired pizza joint and beer parlor (with about a dozen craft beers on tap) host an open mic. You never know what will show up, sometimes it blows your socks off and sometimes it just blows. The only way to know is to go to the show. This particular night was heavy with locals and given the depth of the talent pool here, that guarantees some good tunes. Stage photography is on of those subjects were digital photography is hands-down superior to film. Despite half a century of experience, I would not be able to equal these results with film. The opening image is Jeff Liverman and his red-hot harmonica player.
 The guitar player to the left is Will Norton, a singer song writer who often tickles my fancy with his lyrics. The gentleman picking the banjo, Phil Woddail, is an old time musician with great talent and authenticity.

On open mic night, each musician may play three songs. Perhaps it is my imagination but it seems the least talented play the longest tunes...

Instruments this summer have run the gamut from dulcimer to bagpipe.

Another reward to Floyd life.