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Morning walk in the almost-rain.
We’ve just returned from a 400 mile round trip between Grand Rapids and Roseau—or the Minnesota of lakes and woods to the Minnesota of Lake of the Woods. I managed to check into the one motel room in Roseau last night with faulty internet service so my commitment to a daily travel blog was stymied. Now to catch up. It’s time to let go of my tree obsession and write about something… Read More
Green didn’t overwhelm me with its Greenness on Saturday’s tour of family graves. I wondered if imagination increases its intensity just as distance makes the heart grow fonder. Because I remember June Green as being of a depth and breadth that overwhelmed all else in the natural world. Like wearing glasses with green lenses; all light bulbs being colored green; the sun shining green; the world as a bowl of greens; Crayola… Read More
Our Sunday morning walk on Itasca County Forest History Center trails. I realize that there are a whole lot of Green Minnesota photos over my blogging history. How can that not be good?
Memorial Day Weekend. Robert, Marsha and I visited the graves of mothers, fathers, grandparents, cousins, family friends and neighbors. A perfect Minnesota day. Pre-mosquito, light-green spring leaves, high 70s, gentle breeze, small towns, families camping, Buddy the dog in the backseat…eating vinegar and sea salt potato chips and driving the country roads. We meet various members of Marsha’s extended family at the small country cemeteries. Bright bouquets of silky make-believe flowers and flocks of… Read More
MINNESOTA TAIGA. Okay…the time and place of the 2015 San Diego birthday trip is over. Back to work: work work, writing work, class work, photo work, house work, body work. If I were at home I’d lie down on the couch and read awhile, overwhelmed by writing work that many times. Unfortunately I am at the office but it is early and quiet so perhaps there’s time for just a few writing… Read More
I’m saying it out loud. Two days ago I turned (why do we say ‘turned’?) 76 years old. It wasn’t a smooth turn. Being a year older seems to have the most meaning when one is young or old. “Yay, now I’m six, I can go on the big rides.” Yay, now I’m 76, I can go on the big rides too if I have the stamina to trek down endless corridors;… Read More
Home from work and the gym. Enjoying the snow with Anderson. Just some random memories and photos about snow. I was in NYC once when there was a smaller snowstorm and it was amazing…the city all quieted down, red and green and gold of traffic lights opaque in the snow, like Christmas tree lights trying to shine through that cottony snow stuff we decorated with once. Some restaurants were open, crowded, noisy,… Read More
Down the snowy road to the “Old Place.” Minnesota has weather drama. A resident of Minnesota is always anticipating, dreading, reveling in, huddled against, praying for protection from, practicing ice driving for and/or talking about…always talking about…the weather. Most of us don’t have a lot of drama in our lives; we go to work and come home and go back to work and come home and watch TV. So to live in… Read More
Part 2: Introversion My life as an Introvert has been just fine. As a kid I lived in the forest with the wolves…no no, I mean with my Minnesota family, a mom and dad busy farming and lumberjacking and one younger brother. There was all the time in the world to become a lover of books and silence. I read books in bed, at the dinner table, sitting on a log in… Read More