Garden, looking up, Roscoe

At this time of the year the garden canopy opens up as the leaves fall. It lets me see how nature truly abhors a vacuum and fills any empty space with branches and leaves. This is in the middle of my back yard, looking straight up.

Marsh grass, Roscoe extension.

Every photographer has a way of testing new lenses. Some use a newspaper, some use brick walls, some shoot a nearby building. I go down to Roscoe extension and set up on a tripod and shoot this marsh grass. Plenty of detail, straight lines, curves, slants, all very revealing and a real test of a lens. This was shot with my newest lens, an Olympus 45mm f/1.8, mounted on a Panasonic Lumix G2. It is really sharp.

Egret, Roscoe Extension

What if?

This little display has been up for most of the year. In deference to the season the sign has been removed. I'm sure it will return in the new year.

The weeds are winning!

This little lot is, technically, on Solano Road. Solano turns into Roscoe at a corner so I'm calling it Roscoe.

This little lot is a puzzle to me. At the height of the real estate bubble, some bright light bought this little plot of land, across from the Winn-Dixie shopping center. Soon a magnificent sign went up announcing a future condo building. Three or four stories tall and with a wonderful view of a strip mall in front or scraggly woods on the other three sides. The sign slowly faded. Then machinery showed up and dug a beautiful retention pond (these are necessary here to keep the rest of the lot dry enough to build on) and put in a slab.

The next thing put on the land was a for sale sign. Since then the plot has changed hands a few times and there have been some more promotional signs. The real estate bubble burst and the land has lain fallow ever since. My favorite weed, the dog-sorrel, has taken over and the latest sign is slowly disappearing.

Kate and Delia, Jax Beach

Technically this isn't on Roscoe, but they live here. So there!

Hat, living room, Roscoe

The light was just right here.

Table leg, dock, Roscoe

Dock, Roscoe

The objects on our dock seem to rearrange themselves into interesting patterns about once a week.

Bench and shadows, Roscoe

Being housebound these last two weeks has limited my subject matter. But, I am home at times of the day when the light is wonderful. This is a cement bench in our front doorway with lovely shadows that I usually miss while I work out.

French radishes

Every year that we go to Provence I stop into Mr. Bricolage, a sort of mid-sized Home Depot and buy some Vilmorin seeds. They are sort of the French Burpees. This year I got two packets of radishes, one that ripened quickly and one a little longer. They have been an unqualified success. These are the first two to ripen. A little dip in sea salt from Marseille and heaven. Very mild flavor.

Daturas, Roscoe

Daturas or Angel's Trumpets, are one of my favorites. They are large plants occasionally covered by these flowers that are about six inches long. They are scentless until night when they are very fragrant because they are pollinated by night insects.

Delia's Web, Roscoe garden

My granddaughter created this in my garden. I am now taking credit for it.

Weeds, Roscoe extension

Ah the wages of pleasure. Our month in Provence cost me the chance to shoot these weeds as they go from lush green fronded giants (for weeds, they're 4 1/2 feet tall) to leafless branches with the greenest seed pods to what I've shot here, the last week or so before the seeds go to the ground or into a bird. I'm not that sorry, we did go to Provence, after all.

These were shot in one of two or three places around here that were cleared for a building project just before the economy tanked.  A cleared field is weed heaven. The toughest sun lovers come first and the larger shade throwers slowly crowd them out. I love these spots and try to look at them once a week or so to see changes.

Delia, Ocean Palms, Fun Run

Rose canes, backyard, Roscoe

This is the first rose I planted when we moved here. It is a Don Juan, a dark red climbing rose that is now 17 years old. It produces lovely fragrant flowers all summer.

Live oak leaves on dock, Roscoe

Autumn is starting here.

Three views of Roscoe Boulevard.

 Roscoe Blvd. Looking north.

 Roscoe Blvd. looking south.

 

Roscoe Blvd. looking West into our driveway.

I realize that people should know what Roscoe looks like. It is almost dead straight for most of it's length with a few curves at the southern end. The west side lots front on the Intracoastal Waterway and the east side lots back up on the woods. It's a great place to live.

Kate and Delia, Roscoe, backyard

Fig leaves

July is when my fig tree produces. This year was a bumper crop.