sven and his blue light.

shangri la.

   encountered this old trailer in my travels yesterday. I could definitely live here.

it's a pretty cool trailer, in a neat location.

february 25, 2013, hilltop, minnesota.

mission.

today.

one more saturday night.

buffalo.

visit to bree (niece) and dan's.

our mobiles are coming along.

cats left unattended...

   it's nice at bree and dan's. they know how to make you feel right at home. they have a very nice place with a lot of special touches. bree is real creative and a great artist. dan is really cool and plays guitar. they both like records and nice music. nora is too little to say much about, she's cute but she doesn't know any tricks or how to do much else. she seems to cause problems for herself sometimes too. but she'll learn, I'm sure. bree seems to really like nora, she made a real neat mobile for her. their dog rocky is real trouble. he's big too. he's friendly, but he likes people too much, or might eat somebody's art. when I leave I won't think about rocky any more. it was good to visit bree and dan (and nora)

(bree gleason, approximately: 9" x 12")

morning.

woke up feelin'...

february 24, 2013. columbus, minnesota.

snowflakes keep fallin' on my head.

february 22, 2013. columbus, minnesota.

club underground.

dead bundy and the neat neat neats.

nicely done. a pleasure.

unique.

...went here instead. 

columbia heights, where I once lived...here:

wintergreen.

dear diary,

snowed again today.

no hot tuna?

(october 1942, long beach, alfred t. palmer)

hot tuna, no.

winter, winter, winter.

here's some photos from one of my favorite 'tropical' places in minnesota during the winter. the como park conservatory. what a wonderful place, and I've been coming since I was a child. it's still a pleasure, especially in the winter.

conservatory

strange days indeed.

   anyone for horses? photo taken late 70's at the sunrise ranch. my home as a teen. over 1 million wild stories (1 million?!? - ed.) come back to me as I look at this picture and recall those formative years. the ranch was located in stacy, minnesota. 15 or so miles just to the north of where I live now. these 80 acres bordered the north end of carlos avery wildlife management area (my current home sits on 11 acres bordering it on the southern end).

   one of the cool things about this spread was the rustic 'lounge' area located at the front of the pole barn. many weekend evenings during the winter months would find the large room turned into a private hangout. friends would come over and help me move my stereo and record collection out there from the house. black and white late night t.v., foosball, a blazing fire place complete with beer bottles melting inside and various 'disco' lights enhanced our funky little trip.

   climb up to the roof to look at 1 million stars or aurora borealis. possibly a late night ride into the dark forest. kids coming and going under the influence of 'refreshments' (probably not safe - ed.). an alberta clipper howling outside no match for the pioneer receiver inside, pushing my four large speakers to their breaking point. hendrix, the who, the beatles, the stones were  played without any objections. roxy music, t. rex, frank zappa or the clash tended to result in the reject lever on the turntable being pressed when my back was turned. oh well, I tried to educate you guys (wherever you are).

   I wish you could have been there.

(fury III, pole barn, lounge on the left with deck outside)

   

dead reckoning.

how was the movie? just ok, I'm glad I saw it, but I don't need to again. still it was a nice way to spend an evening.

columbus caffe.

caffe.

bemidji.

(39-09. j.vachon)

owl sunrise.

   I've heard an owl on our roof on numerous occasions in the 20 years I've lived here. but, I've never seen it (or one)...until this morning, not too long ago. I heard her, I sat up in bed and snapped this picture and one or two others. I blinked and she was gone.

sunfighters.

 

 taken during part of a very 'nice' drive about. san francisco, santa cruz mountains. I definitely could have stayed longer. what a glorious ride this must be. I guess I have my motorcycle. flying on the ground ain't wrong.