Recently in Minneapolis Area Category

Recently passed by Minneapolis' shining star of the arts, the Guthrie. A very recent facility, it hosts tony-quality performances that frequently include major national stars, such as Tony Kushner and the various graduates of the Royal Shakespeare. But on a sunny day, it's the big blue shiny thing next to the farmer's market.

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Morbid Amusements

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I think I've seen this before, but this time I got a picture, and I am still not really sure that such a thing can exist. But there it is, at a local carnival (the Taste of Minnesota fair in St. Paul, which was surprisingly light on food): an inflatable Titanic that kids can enjoy by climbing to the top and sliding down, presumably to their early demise.  In this case, the children can throw themselves into the sea and then allow themselves to be eaten by a large reptile.

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I've finally finished my summer course and am coming up for air. Still have some pics to post  next week, and a little break before heading to a writer's retreat.  Should be nice and relaxing - the visiting writer is proposing no hard-core workshopping in the class, which is often a feature of these retreats. That means not putting a random piece of my writing on the chopping block in front of strangers who barely have time to read it. A few nice summer days in the shady hills of Southern Minnesota...heaven.
Dear Blonde Lady,

I realize this is Minnesota. I realize it is the right that Thor and Odin gave you to drive an enormous black SUV in a passive-aggressive fashion. I understand this. I am at peace with this. 

But I must ask. I must ask what it is that compelled you to rocket around my little car with the rumble of the God of Thunder and cut me off in the drive thru line? What treasure did these Golden Arches possess that must be pursued with such vigor? Are the chicken nuggets in the Falcon Heights McDonalds made of gold? If you are 45 seconds later to the drive-thru window, will your QVC polyester relaxation pants no longer fit snugly to your bottom? 

I don't mean to make an issue of this. As I said, I am at peace. This is Minnesota. You will drive with hellacious fire, and then you will smile and say, "You betcha!" with the glow of a thousand winter suns. When Minnesotans are birthed from their lakeshore muskrat holes each spring, they are endowed with certain inalienable rights. I know this. As a simple Irish girl from California, your ways are mysterious to me. I seek only to broaden my understanding.

Love and Kisses,
Susan

Floral displays

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with spring still blooming here in Minnesota, I caught some pics of local flowers at Coon Rapids Regional Park in Anoka County, North of the Twin Cities. The park has miles of bike trails through mature oak woodlands as well as along the Mississippi river.

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Character study

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Today the family and I took a nice walk through a local park, and it was a lovely sunny day. The river flowed smooth and dark between edges of green spring trees. In the forest itself, the leaves are still a lighter, fresher green, as here in Minnesota spring is still underway and summer has not quite arrived.

At the riverside visitor's center I paused with my mother's corgi while mother took a quick bathroom break. Nearby, a clean-cut man in his thirties sat with an unusually large brown pit bull.  He started chatting with me. "People think these dogs are vicious," he said in a pronounced southern drawl, patting his enormous pit bull on its flat head.  "But it's just the training. It's like with guns. Guns don't kill people, people kill people." Well all right, I thought, people kill people with guns. But that's neither here nor there. "She's a sweetheart," he said.  "Never had any problems."  I made some sort of comment about how even corgis can get a little grumpy sometimes (anyone who has tried to separate a corgi from a pork chop can attest to that) but their smaller jaws made them a bit less lethal. 

And then the fellow opened up. "Oh yeah," he said, "Those jaws, they lock on and they just don't let go. She's two for two. Took apart a rottweiler."

"A rottweiler?"

"Yeah, guy brought over a rottweiler, and she ripped her up, they took the dog to the university and they worked on her all day but there wasn't anything they could do."

It was then I understood that I was being visited by a stranger from an alternate universe, one free of irony or logical malfunctions. I scooted the corgi a couple of feet to the left.  "Wow,"  I said, and as Mom emerged from the bathrooms off we went.  

I've been sweating through a semester-long class and now that it's over, I feel like I've been let out of the fields and allowed a glass of lemonade.  The blog has taken a backseat to the work, unfortunately. But here I am, ready for summer.

Yesterday here in the Twin Cities we had an unusual weather day: hours and hours and hours of 40 mph winds in 95 degree heat. It was as if Minneapolis had been put under a hair dryer, and all the trees and blades of grass began to wither as the wind went on and on and on.  The flags at my office, all relatively new, shredded at the ends by afternoon.

When I moved to Minnesota from Northern California four years ago, Dad and I drove the 2,000 miles across the great American West and encountered our share of wind. By far the windiest place was wyoming, where it seemed everywhere we stopped had a steady 30-50mph wind, everpresent, unrelenting.  The grass seemed short and the ladscape relatively treeless. Beautiful and stark and dotted with antelope who didn't seem to mind the wind. Perhaps Antelope are just too fast to be bothered by it.

Before our hot wind arrived this week, I had a lovely day at Snail Lake Regional Park in Shoreview, Minnesota. The park contains several reservoirs for the City of St. Paul and families hugged the shoreline, fishing in the clear lakes.

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The parks along the lakeshores were green on blue. This is Sucker Lake...which oddly, does not suck.

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Flashback to Summer

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Winter roars on in the colder climes of the world, and so a reminder of summer is in order. The holidays have been unbelievably hectic here in the Northern Word House, so consider this our belated holiday card, with seasonally inappropriate imagery.  From the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum, summer 2008.

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I was playing with my photographs today and ran across this one. It's amazing how rich and warm dying leaves feel right before nature slams your head against a block of ice. Minnesota has such extremes that at any given time, you can barely remember the season that came before - it's like another lifetime.

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In Minnesota we are privileged to have one of the most expensive state capitols ever built, a structure created in the 1890's with more marble than I have seen in numerous Roman palaces (this is not an exaggeration).  As I need something to push the ugly technical post below down the page, in order to reassure my literary and photography-minded readers, here are the golden horses atop the capitol. Yes, they are gold-plated. Yes, you can go see them by taking the Capitol tour. No, I don't advise going on top of the Capitol roof in January in Minnesota. 

Autumn in a dying forest

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The trees turn gold in this place, a small patch of land never logged near the city. Old sugar maples and hickory and ash. A small lake surrounded by red and orange and yellow and gold. The forest floor, barren, hard, and clean. Look up, and everything is as it should be: nature's greatest palette in every shade of red and gold. Look down, and the forest is dead, nutrients depleted, leaves digested, plant life stripped bare. To a casual observer, the woods look surprisingly neat and clean. But nature is not supposed to be neat and clean, and it is an unwanted janitorial crew that has changed this and millions of acres of forest throughout the United States.

Wood-Rill Scientific and Natural Area, Orono, MN

A walk through the woods with a professor and a few other curious souls gave me the full story. Wood-Rill Scientific and Natural Area is a reserve near Orono, Minnesota, deeded to the state by the celebrated Dayton (department stores) family, who used to enjoy it as their backyard. The trees here have always been here, since they were seedlings, and before them were other trees that sprouted, lived, and died without an axe.

Fall Colors at Wood-Rill Scientific and Natural Area, Orono, MN.

The professor told us about the damage the earthworms have done. Earthworms? The gentle, squishy creatures we learned about in school that make the soil fertile and moist? Not so. Earthworms are not native to North America, and in the eastern woods they wreak havoc, stripping the soil of nutrients. Their burrows are everywhere. Little mounds, sometimes clusters of mounds, worms underneath. Spread by fishermen and others who transport nightcrawlers for bait and other uses, this plague threatens even mature forests.

Brilliant orange surrounds us in the old-growth woods of Wood-Rill SNA


An hour or so into the walk, a crack of thunder split the sky. But light continued to stream in through the gold and orange leaves, and raindrops held until we departed for our cars. Fall colors, even in Minnesota, can be elusive - you'll see patches along the roadsides, but to catch an entire forest in a cathedral of color, you have to get a bit lucky. You need sunlight to see the full effect. Last year we found it at Lake Maria State Park; this year it was Wood-Rill. I wonder where I'll be next year when the color surrounds me.


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