on the way back from a walk to the witch's hat tower (rumored to be bob dylan's inspiration for "all along the watch tower"), some friends and i picked up an uprooted spruce tree some people were throwing away and carried it back to their house, down franklin and over the mississippi river. if it can't be replanted, it will be either burned or decorated like a christmas tree.

also, i sat inside an enormous beer vat in an abandoned brewery and made wonderful resonant noices to my heart's content.

it was another good day.