Snow dogs

Rivanna River
The snow today is the first accumulation Tilly has experienced since she arrived in CHO a year ago.
Play day for dogs.
Worn out.

Abscission

sycamore leaf frost
A plant will abscise a part either to discard a member that is no longer necessary, such as a leaf during autumn, or a flower following fertilisation, or for the purposes of reproduction. Most deciduous plants drop their leaves by abscission before winter, whereas evergreen plants continuously abscise their leaves. Another form of abscission is fruit drop, when a plant abscises fruit while still immature, in order to conserve resources needed to bring the remaining fruit to maturity. If a leaf is damaged, a plant may also abscise it to conserve water or photosynthetic efficiency, depending on the ‘costs’ to the plant as a whole. The abscission layer is a greenish-grayish color.–Wikipedia

dystopian utopia

eclipse
A day set to the lyrics of Mr. Bob Dylan (2:41 pm)

“Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying”—Dylan It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)

turtle hand
Turtles came out for the eclipse. They were everywhere. I saw an ambulance stop for a turtle in the road. (3:26 pm)
Walker Fogel
Charlottesville City Council meeting. Pain, shouting, finger pointing. 7:36 pm.

“Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred” – Bob Dylan It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)

feet on the dais
The regular business of Council was suspended. 7:36 pm
CPD
I have a cousin who wants to join the police. It is a tough career choice. Requires great care and mindfulness. 7:44 pm

sunrise

Town Creek AM
Yesterday a tractor trailer was blown off the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel, winds were gusting to 45 mph, snow fell. The water here was churned to the horizon. This morning it is like a millpond. Another day.