Today's walk report: 110622

 Here we are, November 2022. While for the most part I'm enjoying the cooler weather, this despite central heating being inoperative and not within my budget to repair, I also feel a sense of utter bewilderment as to where the year has gone. Wasn't it just recently January? Then there was that whole f'n with the clocks thing again last night. You know, the analog stuff you didn't change before bedtime keeps messing with your head, especially as you first wake up? This morning I had one LED clock, my bedroom clock, that absolutely refused to let me change the time in accordance to PST. Both the hour and minute buttons were unresponsive... thing is it worked just a couple of days ago. So...

I replaced it with a much more modern clock radio. This one has a cassette player. Whatever those are.

Despite my struggles with clocks, the spacetime continuum and developments in physics that suggest the non-existence of time is an open possibility, I did get out, on time, this morning for a walk. Included in the walk were some moments frozen in time with the aid of a digital single-lens reflex camera and the flexibility of my right index finger.

Docken joined me on the phone. The phone is said to be "smart" and has a clock that changes without my intervention, in accordance to silly things humans do with time, because silly humans programmed it to do so. Thank you, Docken. Thank you, silly humans.

Here are some pictures.

I went looking for the male Calypte anna hummingbird known as Dusty in part because I always do but also because I didn't see him last week. At least I didn't get a positive ID. This is not Dusty. Dusty may have flown the coop.

"The only constant in life is change" ~ Heraclitus.

This male Calypte anna was darting all around me for some time but he wouldn't stay perched for more than a few seconds and inflight shots were hard due to complex backgrounds. There was one short period where he stopped to preen, however, lighting was less than optimal.

I did the same loop I've been doing for awhile and there were ancient car worshipers coming en masse but it was a little light on interesting cars within viewfinder range. Again, generally I just walk and click for the cars. Best I can figure, this is a 1969, Renault Caravelle convertible.

I went back to the garden, sat on a bench, spoke with Docken and kept my eye on Dusty's principal territory for several minutes, still no Dusty so I headed for my car to drive up the hill. No stairs today. To be honest, it wasn't much of a walk but I've been engaged in lots of very physical yard work lately and I need to recuperate. Plus, I've been making some effort at doing more weekday walking. Besides, why am I making excuses, I don't even know you. Tell me who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)

I believe this is the same male (pretty sure on gender) red-tailed hawk that was featured along with its mate (kinda sure on that too-- a female, on this same branch) in last week's walk report.

I kept thinking he was going to take off and I needed to be prepared.

But then he didn't.

and once he did, I wasn't ready.

Canada geese. Time flies.

That's about all I have time for today. See you real soon, relatively speaking.