Miniature meditations on the imagery I notice as my life moves me around my country and the world.
Saturday, August 25, 2018
Laying concrete, Iowa River, Iowa City
Since no truck could be backed onto the bridge to drop the concrete in place, workers instead towed a crane-lifted bucked back and forth, drizzling concrete where it needed to go as if squeezed from an enormous pastry bag.
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