On the back roads heading south from the Twin Cities of the North, listening to Steve Jones's National Lunchbox Report with Ms. Who and Rusko the Wonder Dog
I passed through Red Wing, Minnesota, for the 10,000th time.
If you have an iPhone4 as I do, & i doubt if the new ones are too different in this regard, you know how one of the iPhone's pleasures (not being ironic here) is discovering, days after the fact, that at some point you accidentally hit "movie" when you meant to hit "camera," to wit, upon crossing, for the eleventieth billionith time, the bridge at Red Wing, Minnesota:
But it was the first time that it ever occurred to me that I might grab a photo of the Gothic brick that inspired Dylan on his bazillionth journey (look, our national debt is in the trillions, and that's the New Normal, so to express the concept that something is a large amount we have to do some work) down Highway 61.
Of course i had to do it on the roll, one-handed through a salt-smeared windshield, so these shots pretty much suck. I like them anyway.
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