turning

oh crap. here we go.

sumac leaves in early august

saint paul, minnesota

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  • Lisa says:

    I’m going to pretend I didn’t see this. I’m not ready.

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  • Tracy Klinesteker says:

    Now now. I can’t wait!

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indigenous

i just had a conversation the other night with a local chef who has spent his life studying native cuisine, and is about to open a restaurant in minneapolis that will focus on indigenous ingredients and cooking methods. of course bison will be on the menu. but my favorite part of his story had to do with salt. i frankly never wondered to myself how native americans found salt, or even if they used salt at all. but there was salt everywhere in the wild, if you knew where to look. we’ve all heard the term salt marsh. well, that was one source of salt. the plants in a salt marsh pulled salt from the soil so effectively that the salt actually crystallized on their stalks, and could be wiped off into waiting vessels, and kept for seasoning food. sometimes i think i want to live for a thousand years, so i can keep hearing stories like that about the world.

bison horns

 

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pouting

by the time he could walk, my son had mastered a particular kind of pout that was so sad and effective, it was a kind of genius. he wouldn’t throw a tantrum, and he wouldn’t argue. he would just not get his way, and then he would let his arms fall limp at his sides, and walk away very, very slowly, staring straight ahead until he disappeared around the nearest corner. we would wait for him to disappear, and then try very hard not to let him hear our laughter.

yellow cone flower

saint paul, minnesota

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widening circles

i once heard virtue described as our ability to contain the most ideas, the widest spectrum of conflicting thoughts, inside ourselves. that it was a form of growth to accept that one thing was true, and then accept that its opposite was also true. that this was a working toward wholeness. i have a long way to go. but i like the idea of gradually becoming my largest and most accepting self.

bur oak leaves

saint paul, minnesota

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optical illusion

from an arm’s length away, these false solomon seal berries looked bronze colored. i stopped trailside and thought to myself–how often do you see bronze berries? it wasn’t until i pulled this photo up on a 27 inch imac screen that i saw what was really going on. and if anything this mottled red and gold was even more spectacular. another argument in favor of stopping, and looking closely. without still blog i would have thought to myself, “bronze berries. hmmm. haven’t seen that before.” and then continued with my walk, perhaps wondering what steve was cooking for dinner, and whether jack was truly happy and content on his walk, or whether he needed another palmful of water from my water bottle to make his life complete.

false solomon’s seal fruit

sucker lake regional trail, saint paul, minnesota

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  • So beautiful!

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  • Mouries says:

    Hello,
    Are you sure these berries (false or not, no matter) are salomon’s seal fruit ?
    It appears that the flowers of a Salomon’s seal are all on the same side of the stem…
    So, i am very surprised !?
    Alberte-Marie

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