Return to MINNESOTA’S Old Place (although in ALBUQUERQUE)
The small northern Minnesota farm on which I grew up has passed from Swan and Ovidia Neset to me to my sons. It is a very special place. Hope Scott and Steve and my grandchildren will come to know the pleasure of its green solitude and will keep it in the family for awhile.
The photo album that follows is long and rambling, much like the day I spent out at ‘the old place’ in June. I posted a lot of Minnesota photos when I was up there last month but today’s series represents my walk up through the fields and woods to the end of the land—a view of the property for my sons. Enjoy if you like summer woods.
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- Walking up the lane to the house.
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- I don’t find this decay and ending sad. It seems natural, just happening as the seasons pass.
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- Looking away from the house out toward the fields and woods.
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- Ditto.
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- Everywhere the brush and trees.
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- I promised the house I would have lunch her. Dried beef sandwiches, fig newtons, small wine, big water, sour cream raisin bars.
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- Heading out to walk the land.
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- Trying to walk around the edges of the plowed field.
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- A neighbor is plowing the three small fields and planting them for cattle feed.
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- Around the bend to the second small field.
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- By the Pretty Place.
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- Pretty Place.
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- Pretty Place. This is where I hid out a lot. My spot.
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- Still some rain drops from the morning.
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- Now to the third field.
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- Into the woods that stretches to the end of the land.
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- This is an old logging trail.
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- Walking…………..
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- And walking…
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- Stop dead in my tracks.
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- Nice photo op.
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- I eventually really started hearing silence and birds.
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- Best place in the world.
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- Back at the house. Looking into my old room.
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- HOME.
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- See you next time.
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- I think Robert said these are golden willows. Their leaves changed color in the wind and clouds.
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- I always hate to leave.
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- Looking across our field to where the property ends at Ike’s place.
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- Leaving sadly. If I won Powerball we could build a cabin up here.
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- Red wing blackbird.
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- Right?
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- Up to 71 and back to Grand Rapids…and Albuquerque.
Yes, Red Wing Blackbird. I enjoyed this visit home. I would so like to walk the family farm again. I remember walking the entire property lines with my Father. He so wanted me to love it as much as he did…no, that Did not happen. Sold for $ for the nursing home. Sad. Some things are better not thought about.
These nature backwoods nature are so beautiful. I can smell the plants, oxygen and dirt fields. Wish I was there too. I remember some of my own walks when I was young on Ohio farmland.