Mix a little foolishness with your prudence: It's good to be silly at the right moment. Horace
Welcome sunshine in the Twin Cities has produced some lovely skies this week, especially in the early, daylight-savings-time mornings. I captured these contrails blazing in the sun above the plant where Dave works as I was walking along the mighty Mississippi Riverside park. 
This was the blue-est of blue skies I saw this morning. Our snow is beginning to melt as we've enjoyed a heat wave this week in the 40 to nearly 50 degrees range. I've also seen my first Blue Heron lumbering along the River's edge and heard the call of returning Red Wing Blackbirds this morning. Winter seems to be headed for retirement. And I, in turn, feel the life returning to my old bones.
Today we have sunshine and though I might be tempting fate by posting these reminders of our record breaking winter, here are some reds that showed up in the snow.
In an effort to convince myself that spring will come, I pulled this out of the archives so I can remember what a blue sky looks like. . .even if it is turned upside down. Note the reflection in the lake made by the huge television tower, middle, look left. 
Last year this month I attended Erica's match day at Georgetown--to see where she would be doing her residency. As we waited for her group to be given their envelopes to be opened at the stroke of noon, the nervous energy was palpable which lead to Erica's racing heart. That's my hand on the left feeling her pulse in her throat while her hand holds her scarf.
Since winter continues to slog along, my attempts to show the sky up here have been feeble at best. Last week I took these views of the eastern sky from the Mississippi River walk in north Minneapolis as the sun was struggling to move into view. The clouds were so soft I wanted to reach up and touch them.
Emerson said, “The eyes indicate the antiquity of the soul.” So stands this gate attached to a shop full of architectural pieces in Minneapolis called Art & Architecture, Inc. It shares its space with Cupcake, the shop I posted about on Monday. My fondness for gates prompts me to photograph them whenever I see one that touches me on some level. Speaking of antiquity, I collect old photos, especially from this area. However, I found this little gem and had to take her home because 2 year old Wenonah was captured by a photographer in Montana. Being from Idaho, that's nearly home. 
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