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.
190/365: mississippi wave
Since I have a lot of catching up to do, I decided to break with form and put all my daily photos from our week at the lake into a single post (mainly to spare my email subscribers a total barrage of Terra).
We had a great time, as always. Memories were made, wildlife witnessed, great food consumed. Cold beer, boat rides, fishing, a grand parade. It was pretty much everything you could want from a week at the cabin (except, maybe, another week).
180/365: rocco, nearly 10 months (happy dog)
181/365: goofballs (sawyer & zola on the boat)
182/365: bubbles, side lake 4th of july parade
183/365: wild daisies @ the sand pit
184/365: luna, international wolf center, ely, mn
185/365: bobber, pickerel lake
186/365: birch bark
We were seeking the warmth of tropical air inside the Conservatory, the heady perfume of the sunken garden, and the comforting scent of damp soil. But then the polar bears drew us in with the sheer exuberance of their icy swimming and the joyous clouds of steamy breath rising into the arctic air.
46/365: bear with bubbles
from Como Zoo & Conservatory, St. Paul, MN
A guessing game, if you’d like…what do you think this is? I’m not looking for “bubbles” as an answer…
120/365: purple bubbles
I am a sucker for this kind of picture: random arrangements of objects that strike all the harmonious balance of a zen garden. Aaaah.
86/365: leaves & bubbles in ice
avant garden 365 