bowl

 

Upper Bayview Street.  

There's talk about a fancy drug and alcohol rehab moving in up there where Mr. Cawley used to live.

It seems like a serene location for people to recover in -- with loons calling on the water, all of the soft forest sounds, belted galloways lowing, and me walking by every morning taking pictures of bark and things.  I wouldn't bother anyone.

Here's some ice-cream in a homemade bowl.   

We're going to The Common Ground Fair tomorrow

and I'll look for pretty, hand-made scarves for my hair.  I really am growing it out white.

I'll also look at all of the animals and talk to 8,000 people.

It will be too much,

but fun

hopefully.

I really don't like crowds.