Tuckered Out

According to the August Status Report, all paid users now have access to the beta version of LJ's image hosting service. I created an album and tried to upload a picture to it, but it isn't working for me. I keep getting an error message saying that the upload has failed. It might not be quite ready for use with Opera, and I'm not quite ready to use a different browser. It might just still be a bit wonky in general. Maybe I'll try again this afternoon. In any case, I've still got a bit more than four months to go on my PictureTrail account, so there's plenty of time for LJ to get the bugs out. Trying to get it to work was an interesting way to squander an hour, though.

Thus far, September hasn't decided to get cool, but I've waited this long, so I can be patient. Orion is now well clear of the trees before the sky begins to pale. I go out to view his progress every night. I'm not sure, but I think that in a few days he might be impaled on the waning crescent moon. That's something I don't recall having seen before, but then I haven't paid much attention before. This time I'm going to watch.

Good-nightday, moon.

It Works

red clouds The first picture I've successfully uploaded to LJ photo hosting.

And it automatically creates all the HTML, too!

Breezy

A bit of wind came up this afternoon and cleared the air until it sparkled. Birds were about in great numbers. I saw two hummingbirds feeding from the trumpet flowers, and the acorn woodpeckers kept up an almost constant conversation. Increasing numbers of leaves now decorate the ground, while the green abundance of those yet on the trees rustled with a sound like an aural foreshadowing of rain trickling through the streams. Thus far, only the peach tree shows much color, but the oaks have begun to sport spots of brown and yellow. The bright sun and balmy air give no hint of impending change. Still, the evening cools quickly, though the katydids and crickets continue their summery songs. The wind from the north carries a faint scent of wood smoke tonight. Someone is preparing for a late barbecue, or testing their fireplace for winter. This time of year, it might be either. I sense the edge. The change is good.