Thursday, March 31, 2011

Winter's on the run

I've been under the blog radar for the past week or so, visiting Chicago and family. Because the days there were cloudy with rain and, no surprise, wind, it was lovely to be back up north to see the blue sky and measure how far winter had receded in my absence. Thus, these two photos this week as I scanned the skies. The first is the sun rising over the Mississippi casting its coat of many colors on Canada Geese rising. And who doesn't thank the Robins for coming back so soon!

You'll be than
kful for the opportunity to see many more skies @ Skywatch Friday.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

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.

I found this quote this morning, referring to women's urge to prevent the signs of aging on their face, which seemed to parallel this winter's swan song and the stirrings of a new spring:

'Most of the time, age feels like a mask--something that I wear, not something I am--and when I gaze fondly at the faces of my old friends I can see them as they were when we were young.'
[Judith Thurman/The New Yorker]

More skies to enjoy at Skywatch Friday.

Monday, March 14, 2011

ha, winter-- I laugh in your face!

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.

Visit Mary's meme Ruby Tuesday for lots more reds to savor.

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush. Doug Larson

Thursday, March 10, 2011

me, standing on my head

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.
Yes, I am indeed grasping for straws!
Visit Skywatch Friday to see more skies, probably right side up.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Hand to Heart

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life:
it goes on. — Robert Frost
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.
H is for heart and hands. Remember? she had open heart surgery to replace a faulty valve only three months before she started Medical School. Now her hands help heal patients she sees in the emergency room.
See more H's at Mrs Nesbitt's ABC Wednesday.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

We carry within us the wonders
we seek without us. Thomas Browne

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.
Visit SkyWatch Friday where the sky's the limit.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

'For Auntie'

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.

Both G's eligible for today's letter du jour at ABC Wednesday. Stop by for a good time.