We may not have a coast here in the upper midwest but we aren’t exactly landlocked. The Mississippi River, so elemental to our very being, connects us. To humble origins. To every river town along the way. To dear friends down stream. And, eventually, to the rhythm of the tides.
It’s kind of like having a good friend who lives so far away that you almost never see them. It’s still good to know they are out there.
Every time I see one of these huge puff balls, it brings me back to my 70’s childhood. We used to have to stop the car so my mom and grandma could climb into the ditch to pick them. Back home, they were given the AquaNet treatment and put on display.
This is the first in a series I’ve been thinking about playing with. I’m still working out the ideas in my head, but the basic idea is to explore the aesthetics of human elements in the natural landscape. Stay tuned for more work in this vein and please share your thoughts on the series as it develops.
Spring has reached the tipping point. Suddenly, the lush green foliage is growing before our eyes with tropical zeal. We have to remind ourselves that this is the same world that stood bleak, gray and dormant not that long ago. As if waking from a deep sleep, we blink in wonder at this new reality, this dream come true.
Over the winter, we were delighted and baffled to discover a number of trees near the creek that had been felled and gnawed by beavers. Not a common thing in the city! Our theory is that the changes brought by huge flooding last summer in Minneapolis may have encouraged the beavers to colonize Minnehaha Creek.
Cut to 2015. In our current state of drought, the creek is low in its bed. The trees are marked for removal. No sign of beavers. Still, it’s nice to know that they were our neighbors, if only for a season.