on our walk through the obamachron we agreed not to talk about obama six times. we saw the tower stump i photographed so many times has fallen. it felt good to touch. the meadow is watery. on the way out by the music bridge we saw this red-tailed hawk. the cars are almost evil in their intent. there's chagrin in the air. there was a cop in the lot where the hot-rodders were burning out last night. seeing the hawk put wind in our wings.