“Lotsa horizon around here.” – Arthur.
We visited people today. First, extended family of Dean and Pam’s up in Crescent, Oklahoma, on a farm. We had venison chili for lunch and later Arthur and I took a walk down the road.
Then later, we had dinner with my uncle Miles, his wife, along with my cousin Niki and her family. Clockwise, you see Ella, Abby, Niki, Jeremy, Kaitlyn, me, Arthur, Miles, and Nancy.
Then we drove to Clayton, where Dean and Pam have their farm.
[daily log: walking, 4km; driving, 300km]
Day: December 16, 2018
Caveat: Poem #868 “The wasteland”
ㅁ a man-made desert made of asphalt and dead grass... a small bird finds seeds.
– a pseudo-haiku.
