Fall can make a man cagey and hurried. Unwilling to accept
the end of a season, unable to embrace the beginning of another, we seek opportunity
wherever it can be found. Another nugget for our cache. Soon they will all be
gone.
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| Mississippi River, Monday 7:00 AM |
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| The St. Paul Boat Club |
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| Light returns to the city. |
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| Looking west as the sun comes up behind me. |
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| Bridges and band-shells. |
For now, anxiety gives
way to wholesome satisfaction.
J
ReplyDeleteI can really relate to your latest blog. Come to think of it, The dog-days blog in August hit the nail on the head for me too.
Keep your squirrel cheeks up,
Rooster