Note: Not “Indiana,” but “InDiana”: Goddess of the Woodlands.
Scampi and I headed out about 7:30, and the Sun was already about 20° up into the northerly eastern sky. Wow! The Sun rose in Bloomington at 6:18 AM, and the actual Solstice occurred at 4:24 AM.
We drove to Goat Farm Park, for the second morning in a week. Scampi mostly ran free. I carried my phone for photos. Wanted to capture early morning light in this beautiful park. And yes, glorious.

What I always notice most about InDiana IS the woodlands. Such a tangled web we weave!


And Jackson Creek, murmuring . . .

Oops! Recent fracture . . .

The above occurred in this section of the trail . . .

A big storm about a month ago sent this big tree downstream. Still caught under bridge . . .

I’ll end with flowers, their color startling to the eye.

”And you? My teacher looked up, his left eyebrow arched, pencil poised. 'I want to do a paper on the concept of time.’” I mumbled, timidly. 'Time?' He sniffed. “I wouldn’t touch the subject. Too difficult.” — AK, 1967
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