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To the east side, where the houseboats are. Rushing water, no, the wind in a poplar. Low dense cherry trees, very dim underneath, level beds of bare dark earth set stepped on the slope.
Up the mound. A big wing-kite, wrestling its flier, swooping down over the amphitheater bowl. Lying on the sun side of the mound and listening to the rushing of the kites climb as they fall, and fall as they climb.
A boy and his father launching a small kite up the hill from me. It fell, and I set it back in the air. It dive-bombed me for my pains.
A fellow flying a delta-winged RC glider on the updraft where the wind comes north and hits the mound. It would hang in the air, wind and glide vectors balanced, the gentlest veer slipping it sideways, weaving and climbing high over the lake. When it was backlit by the sun, you could see the Z of its antenna inside its right wing. He said it was a kit from a kid up the road, Flightworx. Styrofoam and balsa.
Water pooled in the lows of the sundial; a girl hopping cautiously from ray to ray.
Nootka(?) rose hedge all along the "prow" of the gasworks. I didn't realize the plant had a heat exchanger under there. There's a sign describing it.
My bike-lock holder fell apart. The screws had loosened. I kludged it back together enough to hold with a door key as a screwdriver, but it will need some attention.
Cottonwoods along the canal are cottoning.
At the firepit, two guys with their arms folded talking to two guys waving their arms. Fire Department and unpermitted fire-lighters, I guess. And a fire truck.
Up the mound. A big wing-kite, wrestling its flier, swooping down over the amphitheater bowl. Lying on the sun side of the mound and listening to the rushing of the kites climb as they fall, and fall as they climb.
A boy and his father launching a small kite up the hill from me. It fell, and I set it back in the air. It dive-bombed me for my pains.
A fellow flying a delta-winged RC glider on the updraft where the wind comes north and hits the mound. It would hang in the air, wind and glide vectors balanced, the gentlest veer slipping it sideways, weaving and climbing high over the lake. When it was backlit by the sun, you could see the Z of its antenna inside its right wing. He said it was a kit from a kid up the road, Flightworx. Styrofoam and balsa.
Water pooled in the lows of the sundial; a girl hopping cautiously from ray to ray.
Nootka(?) rose hedge all along the "prow" of the gasworks. I didn't realize the plant had a heat exchanger under there. There's a sign describing it.
My bike-lock holder fell apart. The screws had loosened. I kludged it back together enough to hold with a door key as a screwdriver, but it will need some attention.
Cottonwoods along the canal are cottoning.
At the firepit, two guys with their arms folded talking to two guys waving their arms. Fire Department and unpermitted fire-lighters, I guess. And a fire truck.
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