The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning
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Who’d’a thunk it?
Spotted another big turtle ready to cross the Dutchess Rail Trail along Daley Rd:
This must be the best season ever for turtles crossing vast expanses of asphalt, because I don’t recall seeing this many turtles during any previous spring. Confirmation bias in full effect, to be sure.
The picture is a dot-for-dot crop from the Sony HDR-AS30V helmet camera, demonstrating why image compression has more to do with resolution than the number of dots.
The dark spot in the grass, barely visible over on the left, is a dinner-plate-size snapping turtle recently teleported from the middle of Rt 376 just north of Robinson Lane:
The driver of the white van managed to stop both lanes during the rescue and, judging from the lack of gore, handled the snapper without incurring organic damage.
Color me impressed!
This little critter was chugging across the Dutchess Rail Trail near the ponds north of Page Industrial Park, so I stopped to lend a hand:
The plastron looked like a brightly colored jewel:
Perhaps plastrons start out with all the pigment they’ll ever have, then fade from bright orange to yellow-brown as they spread out.
If you’re not paying attention, you’d think “pebble” or “dog turd”. Neither of which you should ride over, of course, but … teleporting a tiny turtle to the drainage ditch on the far side seemed to increase the world’s net happiness.
The pix are tight crops from the AS30V’s 170° FOV images, which means they’re way grittier than you’d expect from a “full HD” image.
As always, we knew this wouldn’t end well for the small lump just in front of the car’s rear wheel (clicky for more, albeit fuzzy, dots):
So I stopped to lend a hand:
A fumbling hand, as it turned out, on the turtle’s slippery shell:
A belly-up turtle in the middle of the road knows the solution to the Halting Problem.
I hoped a secluded spot under a pine tree was closer to its destination:
However, if the turtle is a female in search of an egg-laying site, then she and all her progeny must cross Vassar Road in the other direction to reach the Mighty Wappinger Creek.
We’ll teleport them if we see them, too …
This cheerful assortment came from a friend with an assortment of happy chickens:
The lonely Medium white egg, obviously strictly from commercial, serves as a size and color reference. Most of the others weighed in the Large to Extra-Large range.
Even though none of the chickens had the digital upgrade, the morning omelet tasted just fine!
Spotted at the NSQG World of Quilts show in the WCSU O’Neill Center:
I’m mildly surprised the (apparently recent) wall reupholstering didn’t cover it up. I’m certain many students don’t recognize it.
The FCC says the US is down to 100 k pay phones from a peak of over two million; they don’t tally the number of bare wall mount plates, though.
Anybody capable of fogging a mirror knows how this scam works:
The copious fine print says you can only see the actual fine print by traveling to Arizona:
I’m nowhere near hungry enough to like the odds, even for a $100 Walmart gift card.
An Auto-V.I.N Gauge (their choice of punctuation) must improve the response rate:
Is it any surprise the numbers match?
No. No, it’s not.
The “Gauge” actually contains parts, although fewer than IMO they want you to believe:
It’ll serve to produce measurable current & voltage for an upcoming Squidwrench Electronics Workshop and, because it need not survive the experience, we will take considerable liberties with it.
The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning 