Miniature meditations on the imagery I notice as my life moves me around my country and the world.
Thursday, March 31, 2022
Wednesday, March 30, 2022
Burned out truck, Coralville, IA
A look into the burned out truck from its driver's side. You can see that the class is all gone and even the side mirror appears to have warped and melted from its original position.
Tuesday, March 29, 2022
Monday, March 28, 2022
Burned out truck, Coralville, IA
In the parking lot by the trailhead was this totally burned out old truck. Looked like its engine had caught on fire while driving, pulled off the road for the drivers to bail out, and then simply been abandoned.
Sunday, March 27, 2022
Saturday, March 26, 2022
Friday, March 25, 2022
Thursday, March 24, 2022
Wednesday, March 23, 2022
Tuesday, March 22, 2022
Monday, March 21, 2022
Fungal bouquet, Coralville, IA
Sunday, March 20, 2022
Sprouting fungus, Coralville, IA
A fungal cluster at an earlier stage of development, with all of the mushroom heads just starting to push out and rise.
Saturday, March 19, 2022
Friday, March 18, 2022
Thursday, March 17, 2022
Wednesday, March 16, 2022
Tuesday, March 15, 2022
Goosetown, Iowa City
There is a neighborhood in Iowa City known as Goosetown, apparently because once upon a time a bunch of people there owned geese. A beautiful mural celebrates this otherwise easily forgotten history.
Monday, March 14, 2022
Sunday, March 13, 2022
Saturday, March 12, 2022
Friday, March 11, 2022
Thursday, March 10, 2022
Wednesday, March 9, 2022
Tuesday, March 8, 2022
The discovery of stickers
A few months ago, our 3-year-old really figured out how to peel off stickers for herself for the first time, making this collage in her enthusiasm. Since then, it has been a delight to her and a loving challenge for the rest of us, with sticker fragments regularly being peeled of socks and disentangled from hair.
Monday, March 7, 2022
Sunday, March 6, 2022
Saturday, March 5, 2022
Friday, March 4, 2022
Thursday, March 3, 2022
Wednesday, March 2, 2022
Like baby scorpions
For some reason, this little pile of red pom-poms on the rocking horse's back makes me think of baby scorpions, clinging in a swarm on their mother's back.
Tuesday, March 1, 2022
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