
Wildflowers growing along highway 62, on my walk back from the Eureka Springs farmers' market in the Pine Village parking lot.

And more...

The trout-stocked lagoon at Blue Springs

How the trout get fat...25 cents buys you a handful of fish food to toss over the railings into the gaping maws below.

And what, alas, I didn't snap a picture of (at least not yet): the rebel-flag bikini on display outside a souvenir shop along this same highway, right past the store advertising "Christian Biker Gear."
1 comment:
it just looks so beautiful. please take advantage of these days and be a freak and write all night and cook all night and all that. Am I projecting? I kinda wish i were still doing that but then I just sniff my son's head as he sleeps and fall back asleep myself.
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