Summertime is here and the weather is so sweet I want to can it to keep on the shelf.
Found this fountain during this week's early evening wind down walk with Ree. It's in a park, a place where this old school style fountain has stood in its stance of offering since, when - 1950, 1963, maybe 1970?
All day long Ree and I whirled and tumbled and scribbled during a bona fide remarkable writing workshop taught by the cheerful and intelligent, the man with the cap, Dan Mueller. Ree and I needed our walks. We needed to erase the board.
Still, my head is full of words and ideas. Confabulation is one. The ascending arcs of energy is another.
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