Miniature meditations on the imagery I notice as my life moves me around my country and the world.
Saturday, June 22, 2019
Lost helmet, Iowa City
This lost bicycle helmet mystified me: it's impaled on the branches of a tree hanging way out over a creek, clearly too high to the creek to have washed it up there, but also in a place it would have been extremely difficult for a human to get to.
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