Ducks
Although the new mother describes the girl-child as "..a bit
like a duck in the picture..", Eloise Imogen White is, in reality, small, vulnerable and yet another addition to this humankind.



What a happy group. I wish them well, though I doubt they need the blessing of a reclusive hedonist such as I. Children and family are not in my personal lexicon.

Oh yes! Ducks. A friend in South Dennis, MA on Cape Cod, has a good friend called Duck. A Volvo sedan. White in color as 'lois will also be White by name.

Continuing the solitary note that is my life......

The first weekend of this jolly old month of July I made my way to Crater Lake. A place I have wished to visit since my arrival in Oregon some two years ago.

And to get there? I spurned TTruck and dallied with a floosy. And as with all such trysts, did not fare well. Oh, well.



Trying to follow back roads I spent many hours on logging trails never quite locating the 'Great Passage' that would get me from here to there.



Ended up in Chelmut. Dead-end town that could be heard gasping for a more dignified end.

Dusk run to Crater Lake. Cool and cool.





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