Musings

Bug pile, east Defiance, Ohio.

Construction crew, southwest Archbold, Ohio.

Train, west Archbold, Ohio.

The Bridge, Straits of Mackinac.

Lake Huron, view east from St. Ignace.

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If you know this statue, you know two things. One is that the accompanying golden mare has been missing for several years; there’s no information about what happened. The other is that the golden foal is at the entering-Kentucky-northbound-on-I-75 rest area. Yes, we are northbound!

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I took the coffee grounds out to the compost early this evening, and could hear music in four different directions. It seems the civic association is scoring big (they organize PorchFest).

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It’s PorchFest in our neighborhood this weekend. When I went on a quick errand, I could see terlets and supplies and road blocks and stages and golf carts here and there. Rah! Wait, I don’t remember seeing garbage cans…must be they’re on the late delivery list.

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I’m convinced that I met the Guru because of Ted’s choice to become a media guy. Of course, it wasn’t that simple! RIP, Ted.

I asked the Guru to create an image that portrays the intersection of his design work and Ted’s stations. There’re interesting visual tidbits.

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Detroit style is what? Extra oily? Dunno. Is there Grand Rapids style, too?

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I spotted The Moment when the dawn-pinks were raging, although I didn’t linger to discover if the sky would get brighter.

We got to watch the sign painters in action while waiting at a traffic light.

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I cleaned up a forgotten corner of the yard and found this abandoned Nerf-toy entrapped in new spring greenery. I couldn’t tell what neighbor-property it came from to toss it back, so I guess I’ll donate it to the city next Garbage Day.

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I woke up and listened to…quiet. I thought: Sunday. Then, I thought: it’s even quiet for a Sunday. Then, I remembered: marathon. Nearby, and not on our street, but near enough to change traffic patterns, especially diverting through traffic. Hence: unusual quiet from lack of vehicles.

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I don’t know why, but the neighbor’s fancy ride, which is usually only parked in his garage, was out in the elephants.

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