I suppose I could have just as well titled this “pole dancers.” This looks like one of those photos where, for dramatic effect, someone converts everything except a few items in the image to black and white. But in this case, no black and white conversion has been done. The walls were painted gray, the asphalt is of course shades of gray and the poster of the dancers in the window was a black and white print. There’s a bit of color in the leaves and detritus on the ground, the dirt spattered on the wall etc., but the only really color of note is the red pole and the stripe on the asphalt.
Imagine Inventing Yellow is the name of a book of poetry by Mary Caroline Richards. I couldn’t find the actual poem on the internet so I guess I’ll have to actually buy the book if I want to read it. Too bad they didn’t put the whole poem right there on the door.
Some of the snow that kept us from driving very far on the Blue Ridge Parkway yesterday. Not that the accumulation was significant at all; they apparently close it at the drop of a hat (or at least the drop of a few flakes). I didn’t come here for warmer weather, although I expected it would be an added benefit. But the high yesterday in Asheville was 48 degrees compared to 70 back in Bozeman. Not complaining really, just commenting.
It may not seem fair to post a photo of North Carolina’s leaves in color and one of Wisconsin’s in black and white (see yesterday’s post), but it’s not really that far from a true comparison of the amount of color difference between the two locations right now.
Thanks in part to some gale force winds a few days earlier, all the leaves were off the trees in Wisconsin when we got there, and the colors of those on the ground where pretty drab. But the sun was out, making for some nicely lit piles of leaves. We’re in Asheville, NC now where there are still leaves on the trees but also possible snow in the forecast for tonight; we could have stayed in Montana if we wanted that kind of meteorological abuse.
We’re in Wisconsin visiting my wife’s family for a few days before flying on to a meeting in Ashville, NC, so I get to photograph some new locations and post from the road (or air) for a while. We came across this boathouse on a drive up to Door County today. The tradition is for travelers to record their passing on the sides of the building. It probably used to be a lot more informal, but now they post rules for acceptable posts (size, content, even recommended paintbrush size). If it’s that regulated, I wonder if it really qualifies as graffiti at all.
Crows and ravens seem to have as much affinity for power poles as eagles and hawks do, but while I’ve read about there being problems with eagles and hawks getting electrocuted on power lines, I don’t recall hearing about a similar problem with corvids. Maybe corvids know more about electricity than raptors do, or it could just be media bias.