Last weekend, fields of grapes, this weekend, fields of soy. Seven days ago, keeping drops of rain off my new camera, today, pedaling in a tanktop, with the most brilliant sky above to keep me warm.
Last weekend, pounding away at the keyboard, filling pages and pages for Ocean. Today, dead tired from getting lost on the back roads of south-cantral Wisconsin.
More tomorrow. But here, admire this pod. I actually boiled some up (from the farmers market) to munch on tonight, in the Japanese way, but with salt from the Camargue.