a hinge or a lock

It's a beautiful weekend here, and it's the weekend of the town fair, and I've been taking so many pictures of so many things, but here are just a few.

First a question that popped into my head as I was admiring the hinges on this building at Cold Spring Orchard, when then my eyes fell on the lock.

Are you a hinge ...




or are you a lock?



(Oooh, that binary thinking! How about neither/both? How about not-applicable/unsure? How about could you please rephrase the question? )

The next picture I include because I loved the absorption of this boy in his solitary play, creating earthworks at the feet of the draft horses:



And this one for the lace of autumn grasses:

also...

I have a short story in this!



The story is called "The Boy on the Roof" and has to do with desperate remedies for climate change.

I don't think you can buy single issues of the current issue; you can buy back issues, but this isn't a back issue yet. Eventually the stories become available online to read for free, and when that happens, I'll link.

The contributor list is awesome and includes a story in Spanish, poetry, and essays. Very cool. Plus the illustrations are gorgeous.