Today I worked on campus, and Seabird and I were able to walk between storms. I showed my younger and much tech-savvier coworker the photo of the train artwork featured on this blog yesterday, specifically the one with the figure between two tags, and she said she loves train graffiti too. We agreed that "modern art" you see in museums is often terrible because it's either produced by nepo babies or artists who are so famous that they don't have to try anymore, whereas train artists don't make money, and they constantly have to prove their cred to other artists, so their work is often amazing. She also laughed when we found the photo of Seabird and me on the Alumni Association boat, because it's specifically an ad for the party we are going to on Friday where we hope to ride the boat again, and my coworker said how meta it is for me to be in an ad for an event I'm going to. I also asked her if she could help me find the photo of Travalon and me canoeing on the Wayback Machine; we had no luck, but we did laugh really hard because at one point the website had a photo of two guys in a canoe from a side angle, and then later they had the same guys in a canoe, but from more of a head-one angle. I asked if she could help me with the bewildering folder of files of an unknown type that saved to my computer when I tried to save the image from the website, but she had no ideas about that either. I guess the photo is lost to posterity.
Speaking of photos, I took this one of a tree peony seed pod that looks like a star when Seabird and I were walking in Allen Centennial Gardens.
We also saw this tree that looks like hops, and in fact it's called a hop hornbeam.
There is a guy who makes videos of every train that passes by and then posts them on social media, and I saw that he made a video of the train Travalon and I heard pass by around 5:20 yesterday evening, so I watched the video to see if there was any good graffiti. Answer: yes.
As you can see, I still need to learn something about screenshots, since these all have the "pause" button on them. Fortunately, it's higher than the graffiti in every photo.
I already had my steps for the day by the end of our lunchtime walk, so I was thinking of skipping my afternoon walk, but I needed more fresh air. I could hear a train coming, but the way campus is set up, there wasn't a good point to see it from for about a football field's length away, so I started running until I couldn't anymore... and then I heard the horn very close and started running again. And I saw the whole train! It was short and didn't have a lot of graffiti, just the 4AL that I thought was "YAL" until I saw the "Four" spelled out, and later I saw it was "4 A LAUGH." No "Puck" this time.
I left work early to catch the shuttle before my usual one in order to get to the ukulele strum on time. The sky was getting dark as I headed north, and I thought about going home instead of heading all the way into Waunakee, but I did beat the storm. It started shortly before the strum did, so right when I would have arrived had I taken the later shuttle. After the storm, a rainbow!
We played songs about animals today, like "Horse With No Name," "Three Little Birds," "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" - you get the idea. Everything was clear once the strum ended, and when Travalon came home, we went to take care of our neighbor's cat. There were some beautiful pink clouds.
As astute readers might have noticed, I have mostly given up on clever blog post names and now call the blog post whatever it's actually about. This is mostly to make it easier for me to find past blog posts, because if I'm looking for the time I went sailing but the blog has some clever pun of a name that has nothing to do with sailing, it gets frustrating for me. Maybe I'll save the clever titles for days where I'm just working from home and nothing happens.
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