how was work
It’s evening, and the bell of the ice cream truck circles the park. The usual kid laughter comes at you from almost every direction. It’s then that you realize you’ve never snapped a close-up of the lake creature. Then you turn around and see the woman clutching the head of a mannequin in the crook of her left arm.
Andy Sturdevant went to Budapest for a time. In his absence, I wrote a guest column for The Stroll, Andy’s regular urban architecture, public art, and local history column at MinnPost. I walked by the historic water towers of Minneapolis and St. Paul, just so I could jot down my thoughts on the romanticism of public utilities. I was chased by a bee, a laser-hot sunbeam, and threatened by rain. I hid in a shadow and took a picture. Please visit your local water tower; it is lonely.
Indeed, I took a selfie while smiling at a happy cat. Narcissism will never self-destruct because that’s a paradox.
Hiking around in Wisconsin this morning/afternoon, I came upon a world where some of the dingy, mid-forest restrooms had Purell instead of soap. As a recovered hand-washing addict, I took it in stride and saw two eagles and a deer. I only took these two pictures, a low count for me. Must have had some sort of feelings or something. Hi, is what I wanted to say.
I’m On Fire - Chromatics
Yeah, alright. Deal.
Washburn Water Tower, Minneapolis, MN. This is to mark the passing of this day on earth.
Hungryghoast, polls now open for municipal election. Which colossus towers for you and your family?
- Monday, July 28, 2014
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