"Hey, man...don't trivialize my trivialization."

(disclaimer: this is my first attempt to blog with photos. and they aren't very good ones. humor me.)

For me, a good trip to Galesburg has many expectations. It's as if the town is a person, and there are things that I do to reacquaint myself; some from habit, some for nostalgia's sake, and many just because I like to be by myself so much. I usually spend a few hours at Innkeepers reading, writing, and people watching. Ditto Lake Storey (with the bonus of lightening bugs!). I like to drive around, listening to WVKC and the bricks hum beneath the tires of a car. I take a bike ride to Bracken, past Conner's parents' farm.

At any rate, a solid trip starts with 12 hours of this:














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Inevitably ends up stopped at a few of these:













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If I'm lucky, time for a few of these:













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As of late, it's definitely included some of this:














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Always a walk to this place:














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But the majority of my time is spent right here:













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Coming or going, this always stirs some thoughts:













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This trip included the highlight of seeing this little guy (Ian Matthew King):