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I'm probably talking shit, getting up in my feelings, reading, writing, looking at trees, drinking whiskey, dancing, taking long walks, or doing obsessive research.

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    📸 day 14 / statue #mbsept Well, a day late on this but here’s a heavy dose of Americana, circa 2015

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    📸 day 13 / glowing #mbsept Sunset view on the train to Kansas City

    Looking out of a train window at a sunset with light blue skies, streaks of white cloud and a warm peach glow
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    📸 day 12 / panic #mbsept Today has been one helluva day and my little evening ritual of finding a photo is both soothing and poignant. Here’s Roomba from a couple of days ago, exhibiting the opposite of panic.

    Orange and white cat sleeping on his back completely relaxed on a soft blanket
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    💔We lost our quirky fun cuddly Roomba today. Completely unexpected. He was only 1 1/2 years old. He was playing, then he convulsed, fell over, and made a noise. I ran over to him and he stopped breathing in less than a minute. At least he was home and safe and loved and did not suffer. We are sad.

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    📸 day 11 / retrospect #mbsept

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    📸 day 10 / cycle #mbsept

    An old bike with a handwritten label “Elgin 1909” next to a small wagon
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    🥾today’s hiking church / Green Rock Trail, Rockwoods Reservation. One of my favorite local trails.

    SunLight shining through green leaves of treesSeveral tall trees in each side of a trailLooking up a hillside with young trees growing A winding trail with a stump and moss covered log beside itDappled sunlight on a trail next to a mossy logSunlight hits the curve of a trail as it winds up a wooded hill

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    📸 day 9 / language #mbsept

    Abandoned house in the woods with graffiti “fuck 12” in red
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    📸 day 8 / when the roll is called up yonder #mbsept 📍Starkville, Mississippi: where I grew up and where my Mom is buried. This photo is from 2020. I told her about my kids and how she’d love them. She died when my oldest was a baby. I miss her every day.

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    📸 day 7 / panorama #mbsept 📍Sand dunes near Gardiner, Oregon // 2020

    Sand dunes surrounded by grass and forest in the distance with low hanging clouds
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    Landlord asked me to take down my balcony flags because a new resident doesn’t love them.

    Buddy, I’ll consider it when we have more than one working laundry machine for two buildings full of humans.

    I told him I would compromise. The compromise is not adding more flags. (Yet.)

    A brick apartment building with a Balcony with four flags - pride, skeleton rocker, America eagle, and a man saying please change and grow as a person
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    📸 day 6 / well #mbsept 🍺 a brewery is a type of well if we’re willing to stretch the definition, and I am

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    📸 day 5 / forest #mbsept 📍Olympic National Forest, Washington // 2020

    A moss-covered log with sunbeams filtering down through nearby trees
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    Just Testing something 😊

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    📸 day 4 / orange #mbsept
    🏃‍♀️ really didn’t feel like getting out this morning but glad I did. Worth it to see the morning sky.

    Blue skies with white clouds and orange sunrise over suburban roadOrange sunrise glow in bottom left and lots of gray and white clouds on a blue sky

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    📸 day 3 / precious #mbsept

    My four small kids sitting outside on a sunny day. Photo taken 2012
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    📸 Day 1 / abstract #mbsept

    a close up of an abstract painting with black lines and circles and colorful shapes on a bright pink background
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    🏃‍♀️ loving these cooler morning temps.

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    🏃‍♀️ Storms this weekend broke the soup-like humidity and high temps we’ve had lately. This morning’s run felt delicious.

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    I really enjoy tarot as a tool for reflection and unearthing what’s really on my mind that I’m not letting myself think about

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