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Walked around the State Fair.

My distaste for long lines exceeds my taste for ice cream. I kept walking.

Walked down a street in our neighborhood I’ve never walked down before. It was a short street.

Took my new walking shoes on their inaugural urban hike.

Posted Tracing a Victorian Woman’s Hokkaido Journey. She used horses, I’ll use rail.

Walked past a stock exterior for a 1970’s sitcom shot in Los Angeles. The Mary Tyler Moore house, on sale yet again.

Strong lines on a random walk through Nordeast Minneapolis.

Walked along Minnehaha Creek. I didn’t miss my bicycle on this eroded trail.

On my walk: Cedar Lake looking towards downtown Minneapolis.

The drippy weather meant I didn’t have to wait in line for a scoop of Moose Lake Fudge at Lake Calhoun’s refectory.

The drippy weather meant I didn’t have to wait in line for a scoop of Moose Lake Fudge at Lake Calhoun’s refectory.

Every time I walk past this billboard I wish Banksy would visit Minneapolis. The graffiti is anemic.

Two friends and I raised the average age of the audience at a Bakken Trio concert at the local community center.

Walked past the Pillsbury A. In 1881 it was the world’s largest flour mill. It’s now artists’ lofts.

After some aggressive gardening, it was time to recuperate with a Brr Bar at Sebastian Joe’s.

Walked past two cricket matches. At school I was required to participate in this game in lieu of actual exercise.