The train trip up was long and arduous: several hours delayed when I got on that got worse overnight. I was also very sore when I got off - both having to sit too much and the jolting of the train. But at least I’m here and it’s ten days before I need to go back.
The Arch, by (as I remember it) late-morning light. And the Mississippi is up somewhat.
Out and about: baby chicks at the farm store (we went for birdseed) and a bubble tea.
I went through some old school stuff. The sketchbook (which I didn’t keep) had very rudimentary stuff for 3-D art; back in high school. I had written “INSCRUTABLE ART DESERVES TO BE PARODIED” on it, and that’s on brand for how I was in high school.
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Parodies of the Inscrutable. Excellent! I see you are a troublemaker of the first water.
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