The weather in Ashland changes like, well, the weather. One minute it is cloudy and dripping, then it is sunny, then windy. Or, sometimes, all three at the same time. The weather can be 180 degrees different from one side of the valley to the other. Makes for an exciting walking environment.
The folks I have seen in Ashland are, and not really wanting to use a broad brush on them all, seeming a bit more at ease than other places I have visited. Happier? I don't know, but folks seem genuinely pleasant, happy to see you, or help with a question. And tourist season is over! Maybe its all the dope they smoke up here. Ok, I haven't really smelled any ganja, but a lot of folks seem like they recently visited their local medical marijuana store for a refill on their prescription. Whatever the reason, it is a nice feeling.
Walking around everywhere is a different feel for me. This is the first place I have been where I did not, at least, have a car I could use. But Ashland is a nice town to walk about, and I am enjoying it immensely. Or is it immensely enjoying it? Which version am I hanging a participle or dangling a modifier, or some other such crime against proper English? Frank?
This person is a little behind on his/her leaf raking.
A few Buddhas under my back stairs. Gotta love it!
I was startled by two black tail deer grazing on a bush next to the sidewalk I was walking on. One looked at me like "what, never seen a deer before?" before he went back to nibbling.
Seriously.
More amazing leaves. Here from a tree called Forest Pansy. No snickering from the boys in the back row.
What walking around leads me to. Not sure why this is here, but would like to find out.
Whatever works, dude.
View to the east while walking one day. Dry, sunny hills. Next. . .
I turn to the west and see the rain coming down (it is starting to rain on me as well).
A monument to recycling in someone's yard. Folks are very big on that here. Very. Big.
Abiding in Ashland my friends!
Peace.
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