In the morning I went flying with Chris. The white in the photo is shining water in the furrows of fields; the blue is the reflection of the sky.
In the later afternoon we walked at Woolly Hollow, with a pause at Gold Creek as the halfway point.
Life in late capitalism can be vexing, alienating, fragmenting, and otherwise frustrating. There are many wonderful things in my life, but I'm more likely to talk about what's bad rather than what's good. I'm going to try to post one good thing here each day, and if you would join in by adding a good thing from your day in the comments, I'd love it--I'd absolutely love it. --RR
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