Tuesday, August 26, 2008
All photos Assiniboine Forest, Winnipeg, MB. August 26, 2008.
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After three days of going to bed early and getting up late, I drug my sorry self to the forest (i.e. the neglected greenery).
I wore long pants and shoes to protect myself from poison ivy and sprayed myself liberally with cheerfully-scented poison. Which meant that I was warm during the walk, despite the late August breeze, which meant that the mosquitoes only found intimate places to bite me:
The inside of my elbows. The tops of my hands as they gripped the camera. My sweating forehead.
But, but...I was in the forest. And I could still smell the riot of skinhorns along the path, even if my stinkhorn-hound (otherwise known as M.) is out of town.