For the last two weeks, I've been, as I believe I've mentioned before, on the side of a mountain. In the winter, it is a place famous for downhill snow sports. In the summer, it turns out that the streets in town are conveniently paved and house pleasantly cautious drivers. The first time I saw longboarders carving down the hills here, I kicked myself, wondering why I hadn't thought to bring mine. The situation has been remedied. My longboard got packed up in Toronto and sent on a cross-country Greyhound to come join me. Today, unpacking it from its protective wrapping, it occurred to me that it resembled nothing more than some creature, emerging from a cocoon. So I took photos of it in that posture. The best of them, under the heading "Longboard emerging from cocoon," are below.
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