Category: My Photos

This tree is a guest tree from my past. I took this picture of a tree-trunk and adjacent magpie while walking to or from work one day in June, 2011, in Goyang, Gyeonggi, South Korea (경기도 고양시 일산서구).

[daily log: walking, 5km; laboring, 6hr]

This tree oversaw the proliferation of plumbing.

[daily log: walking, 4km; laboring, 5hr]

This tree was there as we labored to start placing the piers that will support the new utility shed on lot 73.

[daily log: walking, 5km; laboring 8hr;]

This tree was beside the new trench where up the hill service pipes go: water, future propane, electricity.

[daily log: walking, 5km; compacting gravel, 1hr;]

This tree caught some morning sunlight stained yellow by smoke from Canadian wildfires.

These days I am quite exhausted at the end of the day. Too much going on, too much emotional energy getting used up. I’ve been in burnout mode.

[daily log: walking, 5.5km; retailing, 8hr;]

This tree thought there might be a shift in the weather. The last few days the nights have been slightly cooler, and I noticed today that the fireweed was changing color.

[daily log: walking, 6km;]

This tree was unaware of the fish in the nearby sea.

[daily log: walking, 5km;]

This tree met a bear on the road.

[daily log: walking, 4.5km;]

This tree was beside a runway at an airport where a friend coming to visit landed earlier today. The plane that Wayne was in is the one on the far left of the photo – it had just touched down. It was raining. It’s been raining a lot. You can click the pic to see it bigger.

[daily log: walking, 3km;]

This tree looked up.

I labored quite a bit today, moving a pile of stored stuff from one spot on my lot to another, in preparation for Richard coming out with his excavator to excavate trenches for plumbing stuff.

[daily log: walking, 4km;]

This tree paused under heavy clouds.

It rained a lot today. I stayed inside.

[daily log: walking, 1.5km;]

This tree is a guest tree from my past. I guess I mean one of those barely-visible, scraggly-lookin trees growing out of the sidewalk in front of that building. That building was my first apartment building when I moved to Goyang City, South Korea, in September, 2007. This is possibly the first photo I took there – I was still using a digital camera, then, no such thing as a smart phone. Although I lived in quite a few different buildings and locations in South Korea during my 11 years there, that building was also the last building I lived in before I moved away in July, 2018, and overall the one I occupied the longest, at around a total of 7 1/2 years occupancy. It’s the closest to a sense of “home” that I had there.

[daily log: walking, 2km;]

This tree was amazed by a bear in the river.

[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 8hr]

This tree on a hill.

[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 8hr]

This tree noticed a dog on a walk.

[daily log: walking, 3.5km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree faced a dilemma.

[daily log: walking, 6km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree saw fog at downtown Craig.

[daily log: walking, 4km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree was unconcerned that the sea lay just beyond, vaguely blue, obscured by other trees.

[daily log: walking, 5km;]

This tree tried to block the view of the treehouse.

[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 8.5hr]

This tree was between two taller trees.

[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 8hr]

This tree faced the future.

[daily log: walking, 2km;]

This tree leaned out at the beach, at low tide.

[daily log: walking, 1.5km;]

This tree decided to try for a jump start on Fall.

[daily log: walking, 3km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree was beside the road. I’m sure I’ve said that about other trees, in the past. This tree was besider than those.

I’m really struggling these days with Arthur’s argumentativeness. He has his own reality, more and more under the influence of his memory gaps and his cognitive issues, and he wants desperately to argue with me when his reality doesn’t match what I’m saying things are. Sometimes I just give up, but sometimes what he remembers or fails to remember, and it being at odds with what I think to be the objective truth of a given situation, influences decisions we make or things he perceives needing to be done, and impacts what I have to do. I just don’t tolerate that very well.

[daily log: walking, 4km; dogwalking, 3km]

This tree was on an island all its own.

I put the new batteries in the boat, and it started fine with that improvement. One problem solved.

We took the boat out for a short spin (not a fishing venture, just a short trip) and found another lurking issue, however. It’s the same problem we’ve always had (since I’ve been up here), though it’s very sporadic and inconsistent enough that it’s hard to reproduce on demand: sometimes when the main outboard engine has been running a while, it begins “hiccupping” – it’s a symptom that resembles the vapor-lock I’d get on my old VW Bug back when I had one. But it’s not vapor-lock, because the engine is not actually running hot. Chet (the boat mechanic in town) has suggested a fuel line or fuel quality problem, which is plausible but unprovable and hard to test or fix.

[daily log: walking, 3km;]

This tree was a bit luminous.

[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 8hr]

This tree (out across the water) saw the clouds clear and the sun come out, while I was down on the dock.

I had a frustrating day. I went to start the boat motors – something I do every few weeks to keep things in order – and found the main outboard wouldn’t start. I worried it was a starter problem but at the moment I’ve decided it might be just that the batteries aren’t holding a full charge and don’t have enough power to turn the starter. It was deceptive because the small outboard started okay. I’m going to shop for a new battery.

[daily log: walking, 2.5km;]