~1.7 mi @ ~16.6 min/mi

"Curves that open a gateway!" a corner sculpture enchants during a brisk warm walk around stark rectilinear houses. A road crew scrapes gravel, a garden crew sprays shrubs. A decaying farmhouse, faded barn, and a pair of broken silos stand empty. Painted-brick signs: are they reproductions, or transplants, or were the new shops and condos built around them?

(trackfile) - ^z - 2021-06-17