Another blue sky. It was
a lovely weekend, too. We are blessed this summer - cool and blue. Moisture when we need it. Across much of the rest of the country: drought, heat, fires.
One wishes to drill down in a particular place, through its layers of time. One must poke about, ask a lot of questions, what used to be here. It is a challenge, but an invigorating effort as well. The more you know, the more you don't know. You may find the electric currents that shock and enliven with the surprise of their power. I am poised her to set my drill, to see what I come up with.
The fresh smell of morning, like hay drying. Sunlight enough to make a fellow sneeze. A cool moistness to the air. We have everything we desire. I should wish to pass this way again.
The noise of planes overhead as they fly towards the EAA convention in Oshkosh, upcoming.
No wind. Seagulls against the sky, like lights flashing off and on. Others sit like whitened rocks in an empty pea field.
A helicopter spraying a field along Highway E wheels its turn right in front of me. It passes within ten feet of a power line and empties its tank, then turns north and west to a waiting truck. The truck sits on the road north of Five Corners. The helicopter lands atop the truck for a refill.
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