i don’t own a tv. i couldn’t tell you what’s on a single channel right now, or at any point during an average day. i suppose in the morning there are probably some morning programs, and in the evening there is the evening news, and in prime time there is quite possibly something called prime time television. don’t press me any further than that. i got nothing. given all that, i have no idea what i was doing this afternoon at 3:00 pm, but apparently, i was on tv. a local station, KSTP, came out to film an interview about me, and about still blog, and about target and west elm, and they aired the episode today. when steve called me over to take a look at the clip, i felt a certain amount of dread. if hell exists and i end up there some day, i imagine it will be an eternity of watching myself on film. but i have to say, they did an absolutely brilliant job of capturing our family, or life here on turtle lake, and the spirit of this quirky, elusive project called still blog. and they did it somehow in four minutes of video. i might even have to admit . . . no, i can’t . . . ok, yes . . . i might even have to admit that i’m . . . a little . . . yes . . . proud of it.

you can take a look here.

remnants from a photo shoot

once again i’m awed and admiring of scientists’ abilities to name things. proteus is a greek god, often associated with the sea, who never tells a lie, but often changes shape in order to avoid having to tell the truth. hence our english word “protean,” or changeable. my point is, look at this protea flower, and tell me it is not in the process of changing from a seed head to a sea creature.

protea

i spent the whole day today playing with patterns. then as if from sheer momentum, i spent an hour this evening turning painted turtle shells into another pattern. i wonder what my dreams will look like tonight. repetitive, i’m guessing.

painted turtle

turtle lake, saint paul, minnesota

still blog happens every day. even on days when your 80 year old mom is recovering from knee replacement surgery, and your daughter is home for senior skip day, and your son has soccer practice, and your husband wakes up to 273 work emails, and it’s the second day of your monthly cycle. and your body is craving a steak for dinner because you feel anemic and iron deficient, and there’s nobody else to go buy the beef tenderloin at the butcher counter. on a day like that, still blog still sits expectantly, waiting for attention. “forget me not,” it says.

forget-me-nots

saint paul, minnesota