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Planting crops. Or maybe preparing the soil for planting crops. Or maybe some other necessary agricultural chore about which I'm completely ignorant. But it involved a really really big tractor and a farmer who operated it with surgical precision.

The cat wants in, the cat wants out, the cat wants in, the cat wants out, the cat wants.

My Thursday Walk involved a search for mushrooms. I didn't find any morels, but I found this grave in the woods.

I shot this from the parking ramp, after having purchased some seriously badass fudge at the farmers' market. It may have been cold and wet and miserable yesterday, but it's Spring baby. Spring.

Benjamin Britten, a newt in a jam jar, Henry David Thoreau, and walking like a camel. This is the stuff I think about.