The plan was to walk to the park at first light on a February morning. Along the way I would distribute my zines to the street libraries and shake my head at the Christmas trees still standing and lit up in various living rooms. At the park, I would admire the stately Doug firs, laugh at the maniacal squirrels, and see dogs playing fetch with their early rising masters. I would not take the route through the neighborhood homeless encampment. There had been too much of that lately.
Three Mound Morning
Three Mound Morning
Three Mound Morning
The plan was to walk to the park at first light on a February morning. Along the way I would distribute my zines to the street libraries and shake my head at the Christmas trees still standing and lit up in various living rooms. At the park, I would admire the stately Doug firs, laugh at the maniacal squirrels, and see dogs playing fetch with their early rising masters. I would not take the route through the neighborhood homeless encampment. There had been too much of that lately.