one final bouquet made from the flowers i received for my dad’s funeral. bye, papa. i love you.
assorted wilting funeral flowers
saint paul, minnesota
i brought these feathers home from southern france. they are from a raptor they call buse variable, or common buzzard. the coloring looks a lot like the osprey that patrol the edges of our lakes all summer long, and the owls that patrol the woods at night. the buse variable has a couple of advantages over our local raptors. for one thing, it gets to circle above the endless, orderly beauty of vineyards for its whole life. for another, when it comes down out of the sky, it gets to eat French food.
feathers of the buse variable
autiganac, france
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Today, while I was at work, my cousin stole my iPad
and tested to see if it can survive a 25 foot drop, just so she can be a youtube sensation.
My iPad is now destroyed and she has 83 views. I know this is entirely off topic but I had to sharre
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this was probably a biking accident. i am always a basket case during the turtle migration periods each year when they seem to be in the process of crossing every road i’m on, and i have to watch them scramble in slow motion through traffic. oy.
baby painted turtle
rice creek regional trail, saint paul, minnesota
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I, probably like so many now, discovered your blog through Martha Stewart. How lovely to see such a kindred spirit in your endeavours to photograph the odd, beautiful, dying and decayed! I quite often do the same and a few years ago kept a nature journal in the fall of things I found everyday. I documented them similar to yours on white paper!
Your blog is simply lovely and inspiring…while travelling through Ontario this past summer we came across many turtle crossing signs but luckily we didn’t have to witness any carnage.reply
i thought six eggs per day from the back yard might be too many for us to keep up with. i needn’t have worried. veggie egg scrambles, frittatas, spinach omelets, quiches, egg sandwiches, gougères, salade catalane, egg salad, poached, fried, à la coque, soft boiled, and hard boiled, and that is before the occasional half-carton cadged by guests, friends, and family. which is all a way of saying, keep ’em coming, girls!
a tall stack of eggshells from our six golden buff hen eggs
saint paul, minnesota
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You must have 6 chickens. I thought the same thing. Sometimes there will be 2.5 dozen in the fridge and I’ll think, “I hope these don’t go to waste!” Then a week later I’ll go to bake something and there will only be three eggs in there!
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my friend michele’s garden is providing lots of fodder lately. it is a completely unique micro-climate: a northern urban garden, in the alley behind her hair salon, up against the enormous south facing brick wall of an abandoned movie theater. that wall provides such a large heat reflector, and heat sink, that it creates a mini Mediterranean climate in the heart of Northeast Minneapolis: hot, lush, and heaped with inspiration.
michele’s garden in mid-september
foiled again salon, northeast minneapolis
so poignant