Neighborhood futility
On the corner you can see the result of last week's huge noisy construction project by the idiot city, described as "traffic calming".
I thought they might have been building an island to "calm" traffic by congesting traffic. Nope. They just busted out the ADA ramp on the corner and rebuilt it the same way. Digging holes and filling them. (Admittedly the project built an actual sidewalk on another block.)
And closer to the camera, another fine example of futility. The neighbor has a ferocious sprinkler. A few weeks ago it was scanning across my house, powerwashing my bedroom window for 12 hours every night. I asked him to turn down the pressure, and he did. Thanks!
Today he's powerwashing passing cars. (Thus fulfilling the name
auto sprinkler.) The sprinkler isn't wetting any grass at all. It's on the curb, shooting across the street, again for 12 hours. The neighbor is a photographer by trade, so presumably he understands the concepts of focal length and aperture and exposure time in optics. He should apply those concepts to hydraulics. This is a telephoto sprinkler in a yard where a simple pinhole
camera obscura would do the job.
Labels: Bemusement, Heimatkunde