Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Nature, ever full of surprises, made a nice double rainbow after a series of cloudburst rainstorms this past Saturday in and around the Middling City.
Yours Truly was making spectacular images of a wedding day and suddenly word spread like non-virtual, tree-destroying wildfire, that there was a full-arc rainbow not to be missed.
YT, after making this image over South Buffalo (SoBo to some), asked the wedding party in tuxes, in green dresses, to stand over there. Pointing, underneath the arc.
This wedding happened in the Botanicus Gardenus, lest You cannot identify this flagpole and walkway.
As the guests dined YT wandered about the various galleries of the BG, rubbing a palm over various species of fern.
Heard a couple's mutterings as they sat inside the little green cabana of living plants.

Last night met up with a bunch of former co-workies at Mothers, the first time there in quite a long while. We all recalled a visit to the verysame one summer a while back when rats were approaching our table as if to beg for scraps.

Taking niece and nephew out for dinner tonight, a joint I've been curious about for some time. The venue is incidental, it's all about the familial hobnob.

Spent a small portion of today earlier at Old Fort Niagara, as if there's a newer one on the scene. Drove up with Kennedy and meandered about the grass, the stones, cobblestones. Asked a British soldier if they ever fire off true blue cannonballs.
He answered in the negative.
No cannonballs but they pack a solid aural punch.
Same soldier later showed off some faux artifacts, explaining that charcoal Sweetened the breath, polished the teeth, but wore off enamel five times faster than regular toothpaste.
And no minty flavour.

Cannonballs of Love.