This (top) was the view outside my office building earlier this week. More fall color photos below. Tomorrow will be Hallowe'en [interestingly, spell checker doesn't like that spelling even though it is technically correct] and winter isn't far off. The leaves have been quite spectacular, although I don't think this is the best year ever. Right now the oaks (my favorites) are pretty much at peak (below).
I'm sitting here with the dogs watching, of all things, Comedy Central's Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear. It's fairly entertaining and, courtesy of Stephen Colbear, appropriately parodies the "right" as the merchants of fear. It's beautiful weather in D.C. for this rather zany event. Great to see Yusuf (a.k.a Cat Stevens) singing the Peace Train.
Pixie is now an apparently happy, comfortable monocular dog. She seems to be completely back to normal. She's still a little rascal when it comes to protecting us from each other, but we're working on it.
The garden has been decommissioned for the winter, well almost. There are still a few carrots to come and some winter crops. But the tomatoes, all of those green ones, are gone as are the pumpkins and most everything. The owls have been busy cooking lately. A few nights ago, there were three quite close having a very animated conversation: who cooks for you, who cooks for you too? And the Carolina wren is busy getting ready for the winter.
I recently finished reading Richard Dawkins' The Devil's Chaplain (a literary image originally created by Darwin). It's quite unlike his other books, being a series of otherwise unconnected, personal essays. Particularly good examples being eulogies for Douglas Adams and W.D. Hamilton. There are also a few essays on the late great science essay writer, Stephen Jay Gould. So I've gone back to re-reading some of the Gould essays. They're great. One of his great loves was baseball. As he points out, Joe DiMaggio was running his 56-game streak while Stephen was undergoing gestation. Incidentally, that streak is beyond all reasonable statistical expectations and is likely to remain intact for ever as it is 11 games beyond the next best effort.
Meanwhile, our dogwood and Japanese maples are a riot of color, see photos left and right.
The garden has been decommissioned for the winter, well almost. There are still a few carrots to come and some winter crops. But the tomatoes, all of those green ones, are gone as are the pumpkins and most everything. The owls have been busy cooking lately. A few nights ago, there were three quite close having a very animated conversation: who cooks for you, who cooks for you too? And the Carolina wren is busy getting ready for the winter.
I recently finished reading Richard Dawkins' The Devil's Chaplain (a literary image originally created by Darwin). It's quite unlike his other books, being a series of otherwise unconnected, personal essays. Particularly good examples being eulogies for Douglas Adams and W.D. Hamilton. There are also a few essays on the late great science essay writer, Stephen Jay Gould. So I've gone back to re-reading some of the Gould essays. They're great. One of his great loves was baseball. As he points out, Joe DiMaggio was running his 56-game streak while Stephen was undergoing gestation. Incidentally, that streak is beyond all reasonable statistical expectations and is likely to remain intact for ever as it is 11 games beyond the next best effort.
Meanwhile, our dogwood and Japanese maples are a riot of color, see photos left and right.
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