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The theme is that this is an enchanted time at the sewer raccoon district. A magical time at the close of July. These are not three unrelated photos, no indeed. In the large one, gourds unwind on the dead Tamarack and the unicyclist sculpture standing next to it. In the coming days they will cavort to the sky!

One can almost watch the little writhing lariats whirling in air, seeking purchase. Go inside and they will have grabbed a higher rung in your absence. The gourds are secretive in this sense. They seem to hate being watched doing their thing.

We know that faeries dance from blossom to blossom at night. The raccoon queen strolls around, waiting for a rendezvous with the king? Cabbages take shape. And all at the sewer grate's threshold, doorway to another world.