We went to a green piece of dash surrounded by blue and found a cool zig-zaggy bridge to double cross.
A Long John Silver Bridge from the future❗️
Not really.
John Ulmer - '99.
With parts that zigged and zagged
On the other side was a painter
Who identified as ave
Depending where you stand
To a sign that said outdoor fitness
There's a basketball hoop.
And a tractor tire.
And a creek that looks like dishwater.
My wife's always saying something something something something about how I let Atlas be a dog.
Laps around the aquarium at Bass Pro Shops, eat the apple core she found at the park, koi fishing in the fountain at the golf course—perfectly acceptable behavior. This day, however, I wouldn't even let her get her feet wet.
It's not mud or rain run off. I don't know what it is but it's gray and smells a lot like wrong.
So, we stayed in our lane, posed occasionally for glamor shots and snapped photos of things like a hillside under so many layers of ivy I couldn't see the hill or the side.
Tree monsters.
That's what Pura calls it when ivy completely overruns the power pole or light fixture or whatever used to be there.
Rrrr.
I snapped this next one because I liked it. Open meadow at sunrise. Pointed and clicked for no reason other than I liked it.
Same with that tree. It's not like the rest of the forest. Some centuries ago, lightning hallowed it out like celery and I like celery.
Smells like feces.
Dishwater Creek, that is. The further we distance ourselves from it, the less it smells toxic.
You know, typically I'm not a big fan of signs, astrological or otherwise. They picture well, sure, and say a lot, too, that's not it. I just think we could use less Do Not's and more Proceed With Caution's.
Handle With Care instead of Don't Touch or Enter At Your Own Risk instead of Keep Out, stuff like that.
Instead there's just one. Rusted out and barely legible, looks about as old as that tree.
