4.5 miles
the monument and back
65 degrees
Warm and windy. So windy that I had to take my cap off as I crossed the lake street bridge. The river looked low. I think I saw a long sandbar near the east shore. My feet were still a little sore, but mostly felt okay. Chanted in triple berries for the first 2 miles. Listened to my bunnies and rabbits playlist for the last mile.
11 Things
- no rowing shells on the water, but the big white motor boat that follows alongside the rowers was out there, near the dock at the rowing club
- workers on the other side of the lake street bridge, fixing something and making a lot of noise doing it
- glittering waves close to the easi bank
- shadow falls was falling vigorously
- running up from the under the bridge on the st. paul side, looking below at the water, envious of my shadow in the water
- on the ledge of the overlook at the monument: a insulated coffee mug, white
- below the overlook, a person with a dog
- tea kettle tea kettle or cheeseburger cheeseburger — a carolina wren somewhere
- a person wearing something bright orange, sitting with their bike near the upper entrance to shadow falls
- kids being dropped off at the daycare at the church, some by car, one by bike
- a handmade wood sign declaring ICE OUT in a neighbor’s front yard on the next block
holes
Time to wrap up this hole project for a few months. I have 4 visual poems that I think are . . . not finished but . . . ready to be considered done. Hole 1, Hole 3, Hole 5a, and Hole 5c. I can imagine returning to them in the fall and trying new (more advanced?) techniques with thread and grids and layers — not just 2D, but 3D.
Well, I would have finished all of the hole poems if a HUGE limb hadn’t fallen right outside my window. We (Scott, FWA, and I) had to drop everything and remove the tree, which took almost 2 hours. Scott happened to be working on a YouTube video as it happened and got a recording of it falling. Yikes!