"Enough planning, un-planning, re-planning, and planning for a lack of a plan. I am packed, I am ready, I am waiting."
— John Randell Cabot, Lake Superior, 1687
1
Lostant
rain on the pavement
good light, power lines & their
towers.
Toluca, Tonica, Winona
Mammatus clouds, water
drips down, hits my
face when
I open the
window.
A nut bar, worry of heartburn.
I went around the corner only to
have a cigarette. But then Pat
has one and I wonder why I hid it.
State highway 6, Ottawa/La Salle-Peru
On the Illinois River. Nice place?
There are a lot of windmills, and
an exit for highway 30 to Sterling,
to Aurora—where I went to school once...
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