Saturday, January 19, 2019

walking, post deluge


Alice is not, I promise you, standing in some strange calisthenic posture.  It's just that if you go for a walk in Griffith Park, on muddy trails, and then clamber up a bank that's the quickest way home, you have very muddy shoes that necessitate propping yourself up against a lamppost and prodding your shoes with a short stick.  The park was beautiful - green and fresh, though, yes, muddy.

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