dream 4. riding in a pick up truck

Riding in a pick up truck one evening , Amy driving, my blind artist friend, T, in the middle, myself riding shotgun. We drive homeward, Amy and I describing the scenery to T. We enter Lunenburg via a country rd, it may be Lancaster and to our left and enormous Kodiak bear, scampering down the road's edge. We gasp. T asks "What! what is it?". Just beyond the bear, a large farmers field, once crops and cows is now filled with herds of giraffe, antelope, zebra, all swerving to the right as the bear, the only one outside of containment, barrels forward and to the left from our perspective. Dusk is setting in and all the animals stir in confusion. We later discover and zoo from the south has been transplanted. In our awe we are no longer as sad abut Whalom Park and the Drive-ins becoming condos overnight.

Year 13

Backyard Safari

planting.

Saco with a point and shoot.

Far Northeast.

Waiting for number three.