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On my cycle ride, down a dead-end street in an unassuming Minneapolis neighborhood: The Willey House. Built in 1934, it’s the first home Frank Lloyd Wright designed for a middle-income family. Although only the garage is visible from the street, the heritage is clear.

Got to see our nephews and their mom in Gold Medal Park, in person for the first time since February. No hugs, but it beats Zoom.

On my cycle ride: felt affirmed.

Our tomato espalier experiment is going well. However, we’ll still be walking over to the local farmers market on Saturday.

Posted Naked Desks.

Woke up to a rainbow.

Cycled on a rail trail beside the Cannon River, south of the Twin Cities.

Our pea shoots created their own skyline.

This morning I learned TikTok users had trolled last night’s political rally in Tulsa. So, I signed up for TikTok to try and understand what this is all about. I “created” my first TikTok video, and am none the wiser.

I like to pause at this wall when I’m out for a cycle ride. For all the modifications over the years, it conveys a sense orderliness and stability. Like an abstract painting of geometric shapes, I find it calming. The Minneapolis Water Department still operates out of this site.

Juneteenth lights added to Mississippi reflections.

“Just going to look,” he said as we drove towards Bachman’s Garden Center.

Tidied the wiring under a desk.

Posted Minneapolis Protest Street Art.

Watched the roof being poured on a new building going up next door. Not visible from anywhere in our apartment, a 41-story condominium tower is rising from this pedestal. We’re grateful we just get to see a swimming pool and landscaped areas on the pedestal.

Today we’re going to northern Africa for dinner.