Heading out, north across South St:
This alley was labeled as a deadend. Like a career in poetry, one presumes:
This block of Lincoln has "No Trespassing" signs up all over. Good luck:
A close-up of the hard-rented brick house from the above picture:
Up, over, around and down by the railroad tracks, there's an earthberm house:
Long as I'm out walking, taking pictures, why not stand in the middle of the road to take some:
The patterns tires leave in a middle school parking lot:
I'm getting away from pedestrian friendly spaces. But here's a birdcage for you:
And the lack of sidewalk:
More train tracks. No river in sight:
Shelter for lease:
Lincoln. Ground Zero:
After starting at the early south edge of town and wandering through what used to be ocean, forest, plains and farms, I end up here:
The cabin will not open until much later in the evening:
We met back up for frothy adult beverages. As you can plainly see.
The one Deriveur missing from the picture, Trey, came in a bit late. And now he's gone and moved himself to Indianapolis. Damn.
And now the Fourth of July is upon us. My brother and his many offspring will be springing around our yard for the next several days, so I won't be back to the internets for a bit. Or doing much of anything else, really. Cheers.
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