tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15249493302442571712024-03-05T08:38:15.842-08:00UffdaIdle thoughts from Lake IdaTarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-86337958955916474062010-10-10T05:50:00.000-07:002010-10-10T06:22:45.930-07:00Dalmålning - Swedish Painting<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqanliojzq_uy2KgaVBku_-ckC3i8iPtel0XsdoxbkuIbn5G_Bczr7MhtLyv_nzB0Dtdr4ge7otajo4x_M4k2H6_3mgCZ-5u2ELsIm-MqQuT0SGY8P0z2P6lkQnaI-pweFZ4CMyt_Mz-aD/s1600/DSCN1238.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526403321790084578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqanliojzq_uy2KgaVBku_-ckC3i8iPtel0XsdoxbkuIbn5G_Bczr7MhtLyv_nzB0Dtdr4ge7otajo4x_M4k2H6_3mgCZ-5u2ELsIm-MqQuT0SGY8P0z2P6lkQnaI-pweFZ4CMyt_Mz-aD/s400/DSCN1238.JPG" border="0" /></a>By Taryn</div><div align="center"></div>After the <a href="http://uffda-taryn.blogspot.com/2010/08/old-table.html">old table project</a>, one of my first Norwegian Rosemaling projects on furniture with acrylics instead of oils, I was ready for another painting project - this time in the Swedish style called Dalmålning. I used a canvas and a traditional old design I found on the internet. The design was probably painted in the early 1800's originally.<br />This wall painting is at the American Swedish Institute in Minneapolis, painted in 1983 by Swedish painter Bengt Engman, who was commissioned to come and decorate their ballroom and other areas of the museum in the same style as the old Dalmålning paintings, but with a theme based on the Emigration from Sweden to America.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526404347957363522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhgHu8zZM4Fn6GHhy0jk465Z5EoheQVX6eMvrrtJwLP7bke9pMjVrZu5QBGTBWuMuiqf2ac3pDlOsTI2Z_p59fcF37vFgG3QkPmNXMvAiLdeXV1tERrn6KiyDq6PGui0kjZtUt3IK5C64P/s400/DSCN1252.JPG" border="0" />Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-20285193978529103762010-10-09T19:35:00.000-07:002010-10-09T19:59:01.432-07:00Alexandria Antique Shops<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0hnJ0qqMBec26fv2X2JXGL0qX75qJCY3I2k0Zy91QQhyvvjCEoswMOakXYgUOglT1wAe8m-B9RtUpyiafxWp49gct_QFQrRxJGUn-DzHZxtwxHLzbe-Cj5R0KmbGakgNMSEGBU2ihl0WH/s1600/DSCN1299.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526243444524273090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0hnJ0qqMBec26fv2X2JXGL0qX75qJCY3I2k0Zy91QQhyvvjCEoswMOakXYgUOglT1wAe8m-B9RtUpyiafxWp49gct_QFQrRxJGUn-DzHZxtwxHLzbe-Cj5R0KmbGakgNMSEGBU2ihl0WH/s400/DSCN1299.JPG" border="0" /></a>Every summer I try to make at least one day where I go downtown Alexandria and slowly make my way through all the different shops. Since the big box stores moved in, the Target, Wal-Mart, K-Mart, etc. and the mall was built, downtown had to evolve into something else. No more shoe stores or JCPenney. I think the only store that is still downtown from my childhood is an office supply store, some jewelry stores and Ben Franklin, which now is mostly a craft store. This summer's find was a cute tablecloth for $6, from Sweden. The folk dress from the island of Gotland is on the left, below.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526243449214457858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhspF65IW8-fRbaAE6EnfHHo1xKzbMV4n06TEvufpUWMXC0wqx-Hf_87ICf6ow8ZNV_FyQ2lfmxTGFLCQ52B0jCIHh18zTUhzu9gVJAQ1QKra2gpPxS9Rn22qPqJAdZyoBT4mgvL9N3leop/s400/DSCN1298.JPG" border="0" /> Here's a link to another view of Gotland's folkdrakt.</div><div><a href="http://www.folkdrakt.se/bild/gotland/Gotland.jpg">http://www.folkdrakt.se/bild/gotland/Gotland.jpg</a></div></div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-21961420949841361702010-10-09T16:01:00.000-07:002010-10-09T19:35:00.408-07:00Summer in the Fall<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHXwjLrLpGTiqGUbQx6uxOX9FVJyFpvHg1IAoMtBtnuZ5OpGxw_L5cY88hIy9muQHuwjH6j9r5MUhSA7pYpJZhoy52OeoMEmDY9UgJ2qmwGSbc2p4J88HqWQpEwBuYGO0p_D9w5AdUa7R/s1600/DSCN1302.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526239149283389858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHXwjLrLpGTiqGUbQx6uxOX9FVJyFpvHg1IAoMtBtnuZ5OpGxw_L5cY88hIy9muQHuwjH6j9r5MUhSA7pYpJZhoy52OeoMEmDY9UgJ2qmwGSbc2p4J88HqWQpEwBuYGO0p_D9w5AdUa7R/s400/DSCN1302.JPG" border="0" /></a> Tracy and I - We spent time today with Cyndi, then Mom, and visited Tracy's friend, also at Knute for rehab. Then a good walk, grilling with the guys, and several games of Farkel. A busy and fun Saturday.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAvyMMr3tvaS1YvfhsDxQVoN3GePc1t_9llO7NylUQZlen0Va8c60wRijK0KYyy1z9vIHnyJFbDqBBM-2x8bWHvBEgMyvjyhFUh_NElaKA0NUZn06sBVIhUl_5AXn7EON5iZAkWEr0hCh/s1600/DSCN1300.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526186122846706194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNAvyMMr3tvaS1YvfhsDxQVoN3GePc1t_9llO7NylUQZlen0Va8c60wRijK0KYyy1z9vIHnyJFbDqBBM-2x8bWHvBEgMyvjyhFUh_NElaKA0NUZn06sBVIhUl_5AXn7EON5iZAkWEr0hCh/s400/DSCN1300.JPG" border="0" /></a>A year ago this weekend we had snow. Yesterday Alexandria reached a high of 84 degrees F. Today some Minnesota towns reached 90. The down side - mosquitoes. We haven't had a frost or hard freeze yet. The leaves are off most of the trees here, or golden leaves still on the trees reflect the sun, so the light is amazing. </div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-28476908731160719392010-08-13T09:01:00.001-07:002010-08-13T09:24:16.998-07:00The Old Table<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiHNvloCm3kSiGSDDE-dLqad7snNMyq-8uZ4mv7YsavzuLs3dmkAMQKe9NUy5JaYWJ58YsGvs75_yqMXiWnlbiLKngjWELjGiLc9de7chLLwdqptN1SCcJp_T-k2IrM4SEIxh5eOBl7h2j/s1600/DSCN1223.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504926912293644610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiHNvloCm3kSiGSDDE-dLqad7snNMyq-8uZ4mv7YsavzuLs3dmkAMQKe9NUy5JaYWJ58YsGvs75_yqMXiWnlbiLKngjWELjGiLc9de7chLLwdqptN1SCcJp_T-k2IrM4SEIxh5eOBl7h2j/s400/DSCN1223.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><div>Chuck's mom had an old table at her house, which we then had at the cabin, then in a basement closet. After I'm off of work for a while in the summer, my creativity comes back. (Plus a few rainy days lately.) I started with Kilz primer.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504926897285421394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiQNyokNUYp0kEJ3G_yNAITYhrugBqrx_aHGuSsNAkICT0HhrMfEr-ukCKzpLF_HjmLrzNsOXjgf7-w8Ewz_8wXEEfVgNrWyLaRVP7_icXcYaZkR8wAIQj35JFPnkiB6B-AcvRPigETYh5/s400/DSCN1212.JPG" border="0" /> <div>I used acrylics in little bottles that I bought at Ben Franklin in Alexandria for both the background colors and the Rosemaling. I'd always used oils, but the joy of acrylics is they dry right away, and that's also the pain of using them. It's not easy to fix mistakes.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504926903575698306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2dXCc6PsPglz00g2KNWV0v7Qdcs9tvvRI3jG_NkcTSsc7L5Xy3QI0kyfLmyFX9ze2LJZ4TcG3h_dPvTVlJb_1MRtTXFsIDDCulOVhJtfA5-s2wGCi3x1AOctYlPI3HrKTbW-98EJpnMri/s400/DSCN1219.JPG" border="0" /> <div>The designs are adapted from "Rosemaling fra hele Norge" edited by Bjørg Oseid Kleivi. The main design is from a Rosemaler named Marie Strædet, from Marnardal. The style is from Vest Agder county in southern Norway. The lacy border is from a Bjørg Oseid Kleivi design.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504926923585726194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJdpPF5wrO4Yabyq179c88KIczQhK6XGB_SO-oDdDlfbbZC5t3JONaXuqoe94jr-y6FlvMENBOiQFsP3QPyZelP2kXZl7eA5j1Hq8RXMEGJybe3Yk5VTn8zqWSP7v7XLs9CPhRwwlV9cj/s400/DSCN1225.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-72941488552662906832010-08-13T08:58:00.000-07:002010-08-13T09:01:02.270-07:00Road work continues<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVPhnFkTedyg3BliltqF2Y-G_pY0MZJDF1x_yZV2H3SYubkpjYXlJG5zCPsVv1BKjSq5xiGKhuaYUa0ZdOEeAtyAu1vOGR2rpej94lSJh6-v7iVw2hGmL-pNHgPEA7slwQT2hlKumNE3c/s1600/DSCN1215.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504924969608761490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbVPhnFkTedyg3BliltqF2Y-G_pY0MZJDF1x_yZV2H3SYubkpjYXlJG5zCPsVv1BKjSq5xiGKhuaYUa0ZdOEeAtyAu1vOGR2rpej94lSJh6-v7iVw2hGmL-pNHgPEA7slwQT2hlKumNE3c/s400/DSCN1215.JPG" border="0" /></a> Taken from the front door.<br /><div></div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-74692122607377119032010-08-11T16:12:00.000-07:002010-08-11T16:36:52.911-07:00The Bedman Freeway<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXicklq9hVTv5ErINDiN-UxD4oCVVrME7R01erqTDYLtqpWl0wpvamrAL33aGHelrpYsxGCGJBrarvouk4bbiFblWZDeoHr_7ddR3VMoBu9yTlsxB8lKQMQVjxESmw9PuAqiGdoErgKF5g/s1600/Lil%2520Hse%25203.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504300126020182338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXicklq9hVTv5ErINDiN-UxD4oCVVrME7R01erqTDYLtqpWl0wpvamrAL33aGHelrpYsxGCGJBrarvouk4bbiFblWZDeoHr_7ddR3VMoBu9yTlsxB8lKQMQVjxESmw9PuAqiGdoErgKF5g/s400/Lil%2520Hse%25203.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div>The road at Lake Ida reminds me of the book "The Little House" by Virginia Lee Burton. </div><div>If you want to watch the Disney video of the book, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y881yjtFluQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y881yjtFluQ</a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNrQAl7gUSyQ7Amea8rW3Rv-lUC2UVfR4RNQkGAsc30yNghYl-GbE1TZcpZV66nXon_RCqSfrTJDonMGsvQ3CrJn6aCxaRCwP-4jaM45CZujtbWq5waJ7Ilv8D-kZYdWGZafuEYOZTjR5S/s1600/Lil%2520Hse%25202.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504297748025619058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNrQAl7gUSyQ7Amea8rW3Rv-lUC2UVfR4RNQkGAsc30yNghYl-GbE1TZcpZV66nXon_RCqSfrTJDonMGsvQ3CrJn6aCxaRCwP-4jaM45CZujtbWq5waJ7Ilv8D-kZYdWGZafuEYOZTjR5S/s400/Lil%2520Hse%25202.jpg" border="0" /></a>In 1985 our road was a narrow two track road with grass growing down the middle, that wound right through the resort yard.<br /><div><div>I don't have a before photo from 1985, but here is the road this week, in progress. One more layer of tar to go.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504299321322065666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHnehKljverJG2BSqzHxCh8X1MulO3AXfmR5lNp9iB3yheZCUHN3D4vt-bC59Dfe7S5IxrC-fta1dg6OPxrVLUQjXKYh0QO7uNXNsGepaZw9BR1h4tUIEPE1R8g_q9rA0du3p56YV_xgYx/s400/DSCN1214.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-54344966712494103342010-08-06T20:46:00.001-07:002010-08-06T20:52:07.403-07:00Sunfish<div>Renee and I went fishing today. Without any high tech stuff we caught 15 nice sunnies down by Bedman's. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0UOisFez0FlN8De8oL47WbHN9__XD5d_ROQR43ynwlNIK1uUtei2fbVw-m3rO-WhEKKl_A_iZbA7eTc8EMOfyY1IjnUw-WVJ-nD1yJ_4x2uO4aFhkdOhia0Q5ZQKUWesnSKe_JZvZQoo/s1600/RSCN1209.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502510091312260802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq0UOisFez0FlN8De8oL47WbHN9__XD5d_ROQR43ynwlNIK1uUtei2fbVw-m3rO-WhEKKl_A_iZbA7eTc8EMOfyY1IjnUw-WVJ-nD1yJ_4x2uO4aFhkdOhia0Q5ZQKUWesnSKe_JZvZQoo/s400/RSCN1209.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAydMfa6teTPm4gVwKlISbYCkoUbZzymhQrW4L1YzboG99KUswmnS_NlR6tZXGcIQrWaGezt9A8rpgxrItl1qzKvoyo2INQtv2rS0FUycRuXam6BFThwJce5vGIuzSHUW81cqpPNswsxX/s1600/RSCN1208.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502510082328448466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHAydMfa6teTPm4gVwKlISbYCkoUbZzymhQrW4L1YzboG99KUswmnS_NlR6tZXGcIQrWaGezt9A8rpgxrItl1qzKvoyo2INQtv2rS0FUycRuXam6BFThwJce5vGIuzSHUW81cqpPNswsxX/s400/RSCN1208.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-89049662095657223402010-07-30T11:26:00.000-07:002010-07-30T11:29:21.623-07:00Summer Flowers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2YrQgDjXmKKDK1ZB8U_t0xFbmuCzZP7J7pLRrB46HoqYUn7JYkeA4LQRiy3Utt0G25JSmF3b90oLH79BHvctOy4e-6KbnWXKJl8wDFz51cXqaUHrdyCp9BsmCL3DJng7B4pFxzTgWXWkH/s1600/DSCN1181.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499767690402826434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2YrQgDjXmKKDK1ZB8U_t0xFbmuCzZP7J7pLRrB46HoqYUn7JYkeA4LQRiy3Utt0G25JSmF3b90oLH79BHvctOy4e-6KbnWXKJl8wDFz51cXqaUHrdyCp9BsmCL3DJng7B4pFxzTgWXWkH/s400/DSCN1181.JPG" border="0" /></a> We've had just the right amount of rain this summer, something never said about Minnesota. It rains every few days, then nice days of sun. My plants are doing well. I should also give credit to my neighbor Betty, who watered for me when I was gone this summer.Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-84804730089058742010-07-30T11:03:00.000-07:002010-07-30T11:11:48.868-07:00Fledglings in the grass<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSB7PL1JBMqVWhL5QGrQwFqwdWHAi8Hpq6K5wuXzraxpP0DSJpRvXYRB1CRkgWlUpOj8EaAN-5Xuf8Ygw5c_7L3ZyEATg2payvAhO-apM6NZ9NJ_t_HBuxJXsH0Hsh7VVTI4GQuzSAGRxB/s1600/DSCN1188.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499762154382068370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSB7PL1JBMqVWhL5QGrQwFqwdWHAi8Hpq6K5wuXzraxpP0DSJpRvXYRB1CRkgWlUpOj8EaAN-5Xuf8Ygw5c_7L3ZyEATg2payvAhO-apM6NZ9NJ_t_HBuxJXsH0Hsh7VVTI4GQuzSAGRxB/s400/DSCN1188.JPG" border="0" /></a> I was out mowing today. I trudge slowly when it's this hot and humid, and frogs have a chance to hop out of the way. But twice, once on each side of the yard, I miraculously spotted baby birds hunkered down in the grass, sitting very still, within inches of the mower. I'm glad I saw them. After moving the first one to safety, I did see later that it was chirping away and the mother bird was feeding it bugs. Later, on the other side of the yard, the same scene repeated itself. I love the beak. It makes this little guy look cranky.<br /><div></div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-40140335035257399962010-07-28T06:32:00.001-07:002010-07-28T06:44:44.296-07:00Rute StenugnsbageriThe New York Times recently featured a travel article about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gotland</span>.<br /><div><a href="http://travel.nytimes.com/2010/07/25/travel/25Next.html">http://travel.nytimes.com/2010/07/25/travel/25Next.html</a></div><div>One of the places mentioned was the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Stenugnsbageri</span> (Stone Oven Bakery) in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Rute</span>. Chuck and I had lunch there with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ingvor</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Christer</span>. It was a very warm day, but we enjoyed our sandwich and rhubarb dessert at a nice table in a shady spot.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498950512640878578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgE9FbRJqiTlbOqCAY3d-UrHTbxQk8btbVNKm8C9NBehiYUxf3Hh4mvjWaMK1rwrbfxZAYVhyphenhypheniP1ugINQmKf1Gw4096FRa3AoEaVKSQw8SCI5cKpg2EGdTNuPzAh3jLuKoQ9qsa_0NvWYn/s400/DSCN1006.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p>This labyrinth was in front of the bakery.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498950523621906994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib7oidI4PJE1Uskdnri4W0DI3yfxGAl8UkiuNNc-WVQeSOkI1fRrWuu2Jts6XWSJ9LFhJh9wGtCZLe5XgtAtvft1MZzrlLp8otxO6EEtBY-NL6bfFDmGD-v-PT2LzthHIXZEV-KW-tlqIb/s400/DSCN1007.JPG" border="0" /></p>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-14616666068128554552010-07-28T05:15:00.000-07:002010-07-28T06:24:46.454-07:00Rauks, Caves and Cliffs - Ancient Coral ReefsAfter the weight of the ice age glaciers receded, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gotland</span> has raised up from the sea. The limestone that makes up the island has eroded at different rates. Coral reef limestone was the hardest, so remnants of those Baltic reefs remain as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">rauks</span>, cliffs and caves. This <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">rauk</span> was near <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lickershamn</span>, north of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Visby</span>. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498937492883986994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDymyuaalA1uczj1eRUg9RdU06vi7S2u-6guwB2Yn2ebFc4MJO5MraoJ38XerhiFac3QfiUfrLQlO_SWO7ZImMIlvmfw5T33N_5ZvV8pSii8hjtFYR_li_l6bgRdWKxolvcsWQGhyeflWg/s400/DSCN0994.JPG" border="0" /> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ingvor</span> noted that it has the typical Swedish potato nose. After that we could see profiles in many of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">rauks</span>. <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Zh0CTZvd_0XQuaAnISrPp49NvtrdwUjR4-KQHN-KTaVHtvhZV_wurOy0KHQx9WpW-QFiWld9ZT_lBLftM6okZI6gV0q7ds3VuVR1HPXNixYKxABXVICBxi1rByuFrJKx7HdjsFnrPe8Z/s1600/DSCN0998.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498937521112788146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Zh0CTZvd_0XQuaAnISrPp49NvtrdwUjR4-KQHN-KTaVHtvhZV_wurOy0KHQx9WpW-QFiWld9ZT_lBLftM6okZI6gV0q7ds3VuVR1HPXNixYKxABXVICBxi1rByuFrJKx7HdjsFnrPe8Z/s400/DSCN0998.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is Chuck in front of <a href="http://www.seilmagasinet.no/id/29069?havn=2164&grp=46,49,2164&cc=1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Jungfru</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">rauk</span> </a>at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Lickershamn</span>. It is about 12 meters high, and 20 meters above Baltic sea level. Translated from the website link: The "Maiden" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">rauk</span> has gotten its name after the tragic story about the Maiden <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Öllegard</span> and her beloved Helge, which ended with them throwing themselves into the sea. (Which reminds me of a pun: She threatened to jump off the cliff, but it was only a bluff.)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498939530157596834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVM_JXQH6XL0uCldIYfhSIT58L3koq71nVXJrjt0T4aX2Xno8IOf0XceU6FgLaYN1nAlIwCZhy9Q7XdzSQXB61L-TlNRyuPhJCLphuNE2OvotvcJW49qT2uvAH8L2RGPjpHAJIdpbo-KRB/s400/DSCN1000.JPG" border="0" />In June, Andrea, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Haylie</span> and I toured <a href="http://www.lummelundagrottan.se/english.pab"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Lummelunda</span></a> cave. This is the photo of the original cave opening, which only skinny kids could crawl into. Since then, they have built an opening for tourists (and grandmothers), and an interpretive center. They showed <a href="http://www.lummelundagrottan.se/">this video </a>before we went into the cave, about the three boys who discovered it.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhedQautqGIu19eH8HhiX5AgGAZgSbQ_5AdtNA5ciCtuIwgvtWpAVk4JZKPHq0ZAqUUWITOY9CA-eo1lo5d9l5NzViREI52sVSkicqc3v6-YiiestSNXg3x5lI55oIUczhVQKY7O4ak4DCF/s1600/DSCN0823.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498937501321064450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhedQautqGIu19eH8HhiX5AgGAZgSbQ_5AdtNA5ciCtuIwgvtWpAVk4JZKPHq0ZAqUUWITOY9CA-eo1lo5d9l5NzViREI52sVSkicqc3v6-YiiestSNXg3x5lI55oIUczhVQKY7O4ak4DCF/s400/DSCN0823.JPG" border="0" /></a> We took a nice hike at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Högklint</span>, just south of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Visby</span>, where <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Haylie</span> and I explored a shallow cave.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAAOZr_Q3qdPKF8MLEZlSJVCBSrWg1oQqBdsAm1mmIJEfJv0xQ94GxpaxD3oplPAXrP0x5j1KjL0TzOUt1zPDYYuLJv9NZHpht0vkbQDrieAqYguyn7axZw4Wxfw8H9gDASyeW0RXADKjk/s1600/DSCN1036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498937487513931106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAAOZr_Q3qdPKF8MLEZlSJVCBSrWg1oQqBdsAm1mmIJEfJv0xQ94GxpaxD3oplPAXrP0x5j1KjL0TzOUt1zPDYYuLJv9NZHpht0vkbQDrieAqYguyn7axZw4Wxfw8H9gDASyeW0RXADKjk/s400/DSCN1036.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-21998583858302615772010-07-27T18:06:00.000-07:002010-07-29T05:50:48.359-07:00Burgsvik LimestoneSundre, in southern Gotland, is the location of a limestone quarry, rich in fossils. It is used for floors, window sills, table tops, sculptures, counter tops, patios. The limestone and sandstones come from the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burgsvik_beds">Burgsvik beds</a>, located near the town of Burgsvik. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiokBGHbWe2S1Wv-j1Q5y7TX8rYm0_u9UG3UQ3Yb9u-BIs7AjXaws1G_-F1GMQh8g-0NqaymnV7FX0pXz3B0L8GuKzdAO8KWZVZYG8J4qHbaGR-Cns0qYGIj75Xmm_DDjNJs5hojo2epMt9/s1600/DSCN1120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498770471613332194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiokBGHbWe2S1Wv-j1Q5y7TX8rYm0_u9UG3UQ3Yb9u-BIs7AjXaws1G_-F1GMQh8g-0NqaymnV7FX0pXz3B0L8GuKzdAO8KWZVZYG8J4qHbaGR-Cns0qYGIj75Xmm_DDjNJs5hojo2epMt9/s400/DSCN1120.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here is a palm sized chunk of limestone that shows some of the fossils: coral, sea lilies, sponges, shells. Some of the layers have a pink color to them.<br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498760505688017346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjrR0XrW-c7lDqUHxM1f-DPHE_tqJ75dvL4d3KAKnXqGLGH9XFf-g3C7f7N9l_ixLRb8TkXSAPK-o7yHh2xoCmhM8Cn0r15R7uZiBdMRZuvtDgbQGTu2ddkKoHOAMFWHyxbCeaTCgTHhiM/s400/DSCN1187.JPG" border="0" />The quarry at Sundre.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498760514024762514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQR0rjT_9neXsz66McjFQsV81mg2RFOaB67vltaAqoCMymovGSbwOtI__2Ni2Kmrl1aqMASv8QFTNJvx7xYgasN9lbLERL3J-hfw35VXBAQCyOz-EXwFYboAYzGjtdj5d-FwkSwzs7vBwa/s400/DSCN1133.JPG" border="0" />The blocks of limestone are sawed into slices with diamond tipped sawblades, lots of water, and very slow progress. Some of the limestone after slicing, but before polishing or cutting to size.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498760521169207442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQsirJdwY_8TEKZSKf1Q2POvgOi-dmL8XB9tmKbx0P4hCgqUFEC1HwD0X05KQ8SQrtpyjLlqCAfFQ2kB1HjbDZDa4EN28L3-EgfRw2eJlE8Zu_v1Zx5WRhJ97kO76Xc06RbU-wUt3dm-4j/s400/DSCN1125.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-29936474936690313332010-07-27T18:01:00.000-07:002010-07-27T18:06:21.216-07:00An Evening Walk<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUkQjTAgCTrEF7vLCloqx5fFXAcOrp7tgduOyTCmfn8N493fp91dUNINF78OrJe8hLsvdYd-QzTRuztXS-xLP_fYMv5vhS70nb2E3A9R-l9P5v7q9ftjoi3VsS6wVTC89VF3RNhg1KLga0/s1600/DSCN1183.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498756908628461218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUkQjTAgCTrEF7vLCloqx5fFXAcOrp7tgduOyTCmfn8N493fp91dUNINF78OrJe8hLsvdYd-QzTRuztXS-xLP_fYMv5vhS70nb2E3A9R-l9P5v7q9ftjoi3VsS6wVTC89VF3RNhg1KLga0/s400/DSCN1183.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I try to walk every day when I'm at Lake Ida, either to the north or south. I saw this mailbox with a surprise inside, a paper wasp nest. That'll keep the mailman from delivering junk mail.</div><div> </div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-70761234032015039322010-07-26T04:01:00.000-07:002010-07-26T04:35:57.467-07:00Fika - Swedish noun and verb meaning coffee break<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5EF7NpkfYEx6Xycg7hinljWYxO0Z7sq7Tr7gXLMvtqBJDf987QbSfJ2j3TEer8tiCyHFnqMaBUS_SgjzsOgdWPVj0kcZ2ULiDen6oOgQVfe0Df2_QLP2awFIbVwz38PJyFqTKPwj6Yup/s1600/DSCN1129.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498173045681508450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg5EF7NpkfYEx6Xycg7hinljWYxO0Z7sq7Tr7gXLMvtqBJDf987QbSfJ2j3TEer8tiCyHFnqMaBUS_SgjzsOgdWPVj0kcZ2ULiDen6oOgQVfe0Df2_QLP2awFIbVwz38PJyFqTKPwj6Yup/s400/DSCN1129.JPG" border="0" /></a>l-r: Stefan, Andrea, Haylie, Göran, Anita, Taryn <div><br /><div>Morning and afternoon coffee breaks (fika) in Sweden are an important part of daily life. Gotland in summer has so many wonderful outdoor settings to fika. We stopped at the parish farm at Vamlingbo in southern Gotland, which now features a museum about Gotland nature, an exhibition about the Baltic Sea, an art gallery of Lars Jonsson, and a cafe.</div><br /><div>The church is from the 1200's, the parish manor house is from the 1700's. The red arrow indicates Vamlingbo parish.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498173039984201362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWxABtahzV0ZiRr5kNFRna0GB47jQHWwddmkMe2gMzRdPml9JzITievALIwZemsL8zoT2Gxf3vRYdmIURrnhlOlWiehPbRo7PLIM2ze9U76noyhjdruCF4rulUfqFKND2eqHQ9Yq6kdQAb/s400/Vamlingbo+map.jpg" border="0" />The website for Vamlingbo Prästgården (parish farm) is found here:</div><br /><div><a href="http://www.vamlingboprastgard.se/">http://www.vamlingboprastgard.se/</a></div><div> </div><div>The painter Lars Jonsson has exhibited his paintings at the American Swedish Institute in Minneapolis. </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498176372284799010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTcLrm199msCbR2FyCC9D7arKJVMrroM2-74gwdUG2sBxNzXWDyCZ2HVKAVG14pXmnLqBgcjUT8SfCd9G9F073SGr9iqppt9kwMKiS6pEm203YROOltjusakU8MQxJaJaADG4MpmMX65ge/s400/akvejdrar30108.jpg" border="0" /></div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-69760431619104669572010-07-25T07:28:00.000-07:002010-07-25T07:44:09.371-07:00Painting with Haylie<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjusK8l94rThb2vIh3eT9qlfkZ7sL_P4lcvJ8ncuI8SHMTFxj1HvEqsMYAJP1vm1LaT5cYi-xl5Obh1KJtKKUr9FQuhCmC-dHjnvI1ExHCnArM4evvFhHevJr5DZtUZM5p7lNzO_C2GNzYK/s1600/DSCN1033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497853255378920882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjusK8l94rThb2vIh3eT9qlfkZ7sL_P4lcvJ8ncuI8SHMTFxj1HvEqsMYAJP1vm1LaT5cYi-xl5Obh1KJtKKUr9FQuhCmC-dHjnvI1ExHCnArM4evvFhHevJr5DZtUZM5p7lNzO_C2GNzYK/s400/DSCN1033.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div>I like painting. It's the prep work I'm not so crazy about, scraping and such. But painting new wood is fun. </div><div>Do I sound like Tom Sawyer? It looked so fun to Haylie that she had to paint too. But we still had time to "go in a-swimming" too! It was beach weather the whole time we were on Gotland.</div><br /><div>When Tom Sawyer had a huge fence to whitewash on a beautiful day, Mark Twain wrote:</div><div>“Say - I’m going in a -swimming, I am. Don’t you wish you could? But of course you’d druther work - wouldn’t you? Course you would!”</div><br /><div>Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said:“What do you call work?”</div><br /><div>“Why, ain’t that work?”</div><br /><div>Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly:“Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain’t. All I know it suits Tom Sawyer.”</div><br /><div>“Oh, come now, you don’t mean to let on that you like it?”</div><br /><div>The brush continued to move.“Like it? Well, I don’t see why I oughtn’t to like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?”</div><br /><div></div><div>That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth - stepped back to note the effect - added a touch here and there - criticized the effect again - Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said:“Say, Tom, let me whitewash a little.”<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497853263371632178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVqtMpsyET5MsByiFAdFsq1f5ex_yhdTI4hiC8C1pZBYKTbRVYIUVFaGPo0xUIWnORHyA0MN8Wr42WNUJj2x-d34_EXVL3hvoo77k71BZnlXfeV-z3qQ4lvCcu-eMN80n7LYR_c9oQPyl/s400/DSCN0845.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br />Somewhere in the middle of the process.Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-26074796269246600942010-07-25T06:31:00.000-07:002010-07-25T07:23:17.977-07:00Gotland Traditional Games in Stånga, Gotland<p>Gotland Games are held every summer in Stånga, at their athletic fields. In this video a Swedish girl shows how to throw the pole (caber in Scotland), which has to make a turn in the air to land correctly. </p><p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzpIenktri96eqirl0fVCvD5IpuH8wdgp4YKTgbT9V7FSaL9ZT-I5yhxYpxbSDCz3nHeTy6TFzm_xm8DTqQhA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Another game might prove the adage, "Age and treachery will overcome youth and speed". Unfortunately, the gray haired gentleman lost his match.</p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxQUfXGMpe3GkLzFe8cyYUMBBn8LmXeeyBf8JwCoKjd4x3byEa0BrxeN4vGPEWlDhSRMXYf814zM6blk0G0CQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-67678301715419454222010-04-18T19:31:00.000-07:002010-04-18T20:01:23.617-07:00Mosquito control - another Minnesota sign of Spring!Another sign of spring in Minnesota is when the helicopter comes to the wetlands outside my classroom window. According to the local Fox News:<br /><br />"The helicopters aren't spraying chemicals, but broadcasting a material much like lawn fertilizer. Granules are dropped in sites where mosquitoes are present, then the mosquitoes eat the bacteria, killing the larvae that are in those wetlands." So that's the scientific explanation. <br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzVhvGdrwqh4lmAJzUSuopmfJ97XatLB2zJYBKMLxqAADdYBhmnuahUBYkvZL3wVsEpndqtxV1ow3Rmx8cXwg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-46706583557127449912010-04-11T14:10:00.001-07:002010-04-11T14:17:04.965-07:00Painted Turtle On The Move<div>A painted turtle had come out of the pond behind Bedman's and was on it's way toward the lake. I only messed with it a little bit. They hiss, did you know that?</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458991409898184690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR5FHlu-CDd880EDwrmw4visV2GQdtsYfymCkYxyfL_kDQGBuKaPgGePVbqGOYBI6I-borxn7hW_QrfrDHsmD4SkQLpy2k8mM965fWk9isXfN5Xa4Bibh_LiQZ3h-gh76iH_qslI4Gtfj8/s400/DSCN0654.JPG" border="0" /> <div>It had an injured carapace, but it didn't look recent.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TQNgDvx3V_h60Y-OMnWqwUhaFq6a6ltSEIHOwcGJvE5ydlcJHaNB2zGmy_hs_jG1wuAH1vc-0KA4T3pKW1uhWJS-AmluQjsqFCf368cxRzxyIMxp67qEJY5WywHm8dpFgu5ZD0XoUrms/s1600/DSCN0656.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458991424074093634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TQNgDvx3V_h60Y-OMnWqwUhaFq6a6ltSEIHOwcGJvE5ydlcJHaNB2zGmy_hs_jG1wuAH1vc-0KA4T3pKW1uhWJS-AmluQjsqFCf368cxRzxyIMxp67qEJY5WywHm8dpFgu5ZD0XoUrms/s400/DSCN0656.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSKL9EgQ324grlpwUOEePHbWzvnJZV19FvS8ay-qHt7g2lEb594OVDCyqkJLhujhvRNbqwhCmjbAo1Gdf9d31lu8ZUWuc25RjaRxpOqRrB39zdVBO-OU_wQJnuFVlu41bHWo2bPXHG4gz/s1600/DSCN0655.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458991415861239826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSKL9EgQ324grlpwUOEePHbWzvnJZV19FvS8ay-qHt7g2lEb594OVDCyqkJLhujhvRNbqwhCmjbAo1Gdf9d31lu8ZUWuc25RjaRxpOqRrB39zdVBO-OU_wQJnuFVlu41bHWo2bPXHG4gz/s400/DSCN0655.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-19212117540571940592010-04-03T17:31:00.000-07:002010-04-03T19:26:31.016-07:00The ice is out, let the fun begin!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsW6YKbxVOdy3gL_jF8l3QCJr9WB56-EhfWOvHIBdOTWo6uW4dvDQPYLZK-VHlx8lUWKPlfGxiNQIKuTQEkjKH_wWPOt0Lyk-m1AzWuitPkFhxHssRllBLGfj-HsH2Kn6mQ16kSMgw4goa/s1600/Boat+Lift+Moving.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456100818063184530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsW6YKbxVOdy3gL_jF8l3QCJr9WB56-EhfWOvHIBdOTWo6uW4dvDQPYLZK-VHlx8lUWKPlfGxiNQIKuTQEkjKH_wWPOt0Lyk-m1AzWuitPkFhxHssRllBLGfj-HsH2Kn6mQ16kSMgw4goa/s400/Boat+Lift+Moving.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div>The ice went out on Friday, April 2nd. A strong southwest wind and warm temps blew the ice sheet away, and a lot of it piled up on the sandbar at Pilgrim's Point. Already the neighbors started putting in their docks and boats. Our neighbors moved a pontoon lift along the shoreline almost 1/2 a mile. As we watched them go by, Tom said, with the past experience of a guy who's tried some ideas of his own, "There's only one good outcome, and a whole bunch of bad ones." Alex said, "That guy must know a lot more about engineering than I do." We watched them until they went around the point. Good use of a floating trampoline and some inner tubes. Click on the photo for a closer look. </div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-18757275672393385402010-04-03T17:14:00.000-07:002010-04-03T17:29:50.957-07:00Aaahhh! Spring Break!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtKMAXLPRu730XEgiowJvOZA0p4HnTOTqm-w5zvqsJjQ3cnJEh2d9nFoP8F2DS-i4bTxbM-81zZX9LPaN929zIED5WZsK9KnmDrcG9ohh4KFy0MvzxmSq4FJ_vfrcOJ118W9cwfjCczVlk/s1600/chorusFrog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456072622336341618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtKMAXLPRu730XEgiowJvOZA0p4HnTOTqm-w5zvqsJjQ3cnJEh2d9nFoP8F2DS-i4bTxbM-81zZX9LPaN929zIED5WZsK9KnmDrcG9ohh4KFy0MvzxmSq4FJ_vfrcOJ118W9cwfjCczVlk/s400/chorusFrog.jpg" border="0" /></a> We had the best weather on spring break! We took some nice bike rides, did yardwork, soaked up the sun. <div><br /><div>Here are some little froggies calling in the pond behind Golden Lake Road off of Canterbury. The chorus frog's call sounds like a thumb on the teeth of a comb. They usually quiet down when you come near, but these guys were too excited about spring to notice.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxkVCSTECZoHTH5Cl60LuYIFvJ30Ssc7-6w7WDaNECIcJlFixOHMv5JRaMu9Po9ts3eyjqXpuHpArMGTI8frg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p>If you want to learn more about the Boreal Chorus Frogs of Minnesota, here's the link.</p><p><a href="http://www.herpnet.net/Minnesota-Herpetology/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=62:boreal-chorus-frog-pseudacris-maculata&catid=41:minnesota-frogs-toads-and-treefrogs&Itemid=63">http://www.herpnet.net/Minnesota-Herpetology/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=62:boreal-chorus-frog-pseudacris-maculata&catid=41:minnesota-frogs-toads-and-treefrogs&Itemid=63</a></p></div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-63261196265938710462010-03-30T17:27:00.000-07:002010-03-30T17:33:45.490-07:00A Lake Le Homme Dieu Fish Story - It's a Whopper!Here's a northern pike from Lake Le Homme Dieu in 1908. As a result of overfishing, you can't find them like this anymore. Although I'd be careful.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVesY00zYw0JCpEAqnmQ8CVta_GCCW4lzWstytsMXKnAtRemLISHHeQMQRrzyfrsI0hM5PgKHbBMf1eCz4B-bwGorf0DeMWJ1CoL_faeiOg1yrA-BHOcD01GQoO-gURThkZjtt6HI9UW3/s1600/Lake+Le+Homme+Dieu+Fish+1908.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454588412884085602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVesY00zYw0JCpEAqnmQ8CVta_GCCW4lzWstytsMXKnAtRemLISHHeQMQRrzyfrsI0hM5PgKHbBMf1eCz4B-bwGorf0DeMWJ1CoL_faeiOg1yrA-BHOcD01GQoO-gURThkZjtt6HI9UW3/s400/Lake+Le+Homme+Dieu+Fish+1908.JPG" border="0" /></a>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-46667294584921130342010-03-29T15:26:00.000-07:002010-03-29T15:31:39.923-07:00Another sign of spring . . .<div>. . . guys in crotch rockets getting pulled over for speeding. The cop is checking his ID. How embarrassing, you can't even slouch in your car while all the gawkers drive by.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD8WEiOzgf4n43dgJQ6XJj-oJWYmPX1wsRy0TedfAYQRJa0Ml4TRokoCYmmcAtgFsimlBLHdvGA50ai2mcqHh29i2keV9l0P7N8aXPhVIqzl1CZyUip8X7o0bWW4qb6xIfc95M3FVRXOjP/s1600/DSCN0637.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454186700046257458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD8WEiOzgf4n43dgJQ6XJj-oJWYmPX1wsRy0TedfAYQRJa0Ml4TRokoCYmmcAtgFsimlBLHdvGA50ai2mcqHh29i2keV9l0P7N8aXPhVIqzl1CZyUip8X7o0bWW4qb6xIfc95M3FVRXOjP/s400/DSCN0637.JPG" border="0" /></a>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-20371648166604049232010-03-27T20:34:00.000-07:002010-03-27T20:50:50.049-07:00Signs of Spring<div>Alexandria spring is always about 2 weeks behind the Cities, but there were still some good signs of spring. Today around Lake Ida there were lots of robins eating nicely fermented crabapples, killdeer flying overhead with their "Kill-deer! Kill-deer!" call, and redwing blackbird males, already staking their claim in the pond behind Bedman's. Here are some other signs of spring:</div><div>A pair of ducks taking off at Lake Carlos, by the Carlos-Darling bridge.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYB5-iG4pLrsFO6mB_58_9ifXMUrYLBzSMiW6Hqe3q3vJPJaY8jcgNORHwE1UH0xhtJhXw4FmidATj1fjJt06DGKDyL-CbTp_U_oLKYAhQR73SgUHUXwsH4LBrDEa-XwNHsdTQKhJMpw5l/s1600/DSCN0613.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453524960111728162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYB5-iG4pLrsFO6mB_58_9ifXMUrYLBzSMiW6Hqe3q3vJPJaY8jcgNORHwE1UH0xhtJhXw4FmidATj1fjJt06DGKDyL-CbTp_U_oLKYAhQR73SgUHUXwsH4LBrDEa-XwNHsdTQKhJMpw5l/s400/DSCN0613.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pussy willow on our walk. One year on Palm Sunday our minister thought that it would be more authentic to pass out pussy willows to everyone in the congregation in lieu of palm branches. One of the choir members looked quizzically at his and said, "Walk softly and carry a big pussy willow?" We were cracking up. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnCoi4R3_Ix2NUqIUcVr0xON7s6lghStQYEo708ZGgVCY26hXNoLQ-IO2dQ1CMRRRphP5eEm9WFxfVCuMeoPwTPi8GVlmLZGFKnyK6FLcYh4PQwHYWvks-kYI2-hIB5uOAiB8aQ82t4j4d/s1600/DSCN0631.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453524950727845522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnCoi4R3_Ix2NUqIUcVr0xON7s6lghStQYEo708ZGgVCY26hXNoLQ-IO2dQ1CMRRRphP5eEm9WFxfVCuMeoPwTPi8GVlmLZGFKnyK6FLcYh4PQwHYWvks-kYI2-hIB5uOAiB8aQ82t4j4d/s400/DSCN0631.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Lake Ida to Lake Charley creek is quite full of water, and noisy with Canada geese couples.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib1bdATKICjeaXMhy9D2Lv8WBy5EpuL9CB2iAV6zWuOC1PzgWEHhtYHgXSMD3vhLiaP3vGk0Ftm8ZhLn874l260-CrZQ5tfivek_RLK2wk1HCQ9-dAgCOxtI1cMv_OUhUTbzNEpxzlzy9Q/s1600/Ida+to+Charley+creek.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453524940387647394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib1bdATKICjeaXMhy9D2Lv8WBy5EpuL9CB2iAV6zWuOC1PzgWEHhtYHgXSMD3vhLiaP3vGk0Ftm8ZhLn874l260-CrZQ5tfivek_RLK2wk1HCQ9-dAgCOxtI1cMv_OUhUTbzNEpxzlzy9Q/s400/Ida+to+Charley+creek.JPG" border="0" /></a> A nice sunset over Lake Carlos on the north end, near the State Park. We ate at Anderson's Outpost and were on our way home. The ice is turning black now on all the lakes, with large open areas where the creeks come in. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAIlyk4GTPm-PYXgyX2iq6b9Bv4_wcY93zERBywQGCcM7VoPBDVcucfwNwEvUoz6fGIj4a272Q56ulureVcfq-vEMeDf60Ph5w5ex7X_ulrP6h4zavqeSRzg0SJp9aCdDFGavC0iVFv_pJ/s1600/DSCN0635.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453524927786638626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAIlyk4GTPm-PYXgyX2iq6b9Bv4_wcY93zERBywQGCcM7VoPBDVcucfwNwEvUoz6fGIj4a272Q56ulureVcfq-vEMeDf60Ph5w5ex7X_ulrP6h4zavqeSRzg0SJp9aCdDFGavC0iVFv_pJ/s400/DSCN0635.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-26028267657437357462010-03-21T15:06:00.000-07:002010-03-21T15:21:30.083-07:00Random Thoughts in MarchMy dad Lester's birthplace is for sale on Jefferson St. in Alexandria. He was born in that upstairs bedroom (see window on the right, by the chimney). The house was owned by Lester's grandparents John and Selma (Granlund) O'Brien, after they passed down the O'Brien farm near Nelson to their son Erwin.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDEjOEzzyxF0xERDFKG7WRByV3rqrZ9zjjNigORBDMBrnHduERkMBu-9T0ZoDrKlP8_FAfLEHG9F-4dMi2NJu7kFzF-FbUZtM5rG-NmnhFUTJ4sh81KCCtCQ2YwWm9rFyT2m7clZztrYb/s1600-h/DSCN0612.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451214272073330994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDEjOEzzyxF0xERDFKG7WRByV3rqrZ9zjjNigORBDMBrnHduERkMBu-9T0ZoDrKlP8_FAfLEHG9F-4dMi2NJu7kFzF-FbUZtM5rG-NmnhFUTJ4sh81KCCtCQ2YwWm9rFyT2m7clZztrYb/s400/DSCN0612.JPG" border="0" /></a> "Things that can't be used in March", or "Why we have to park outside"</div><div>Although the snowblower might still get a workout. It's happened before. <br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451214281731559314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo59To89jiBydgGNvZ_Ox7VnO4hanV0QKeV1bZE5xX99ZH7jhBAHFAgUl6eod44dinHX3g8KDFJ5pXddu7pDNRu33lc_7tvZEhTIGTVjPr3LQM_I5cx77gV-fuVjSAUyiEs2GmbYycIBAq/s400/garage.JPG" border="0" /></div>Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1524949330244257171.post-28168777274117248372010-03-18T09:47:00.001-07:002010-03-18T09:58:18.835-07:00St. Patrick's Day Blizzard, 1965<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gFEpYHK-uZAkS6Qbz8R1plsQ46O82iK4q8YuQYNhUzARcf3zrGhl4Bjcr_-g2EI52Hrjwej-8G_MqaOw8faQhxJBR9fJZ2z-Hr4Pgc3nHear4SKrbtQBmU6y9C7tighQTmrIJMqaZgC9/s1600-h/mp_main_wide_ArmisticeDayBlizzard452.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450016561363198994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gFEpYHK-uZAkS6Qbz8R1plsQ46O82iK4q8YuQYNhUzARcf3zrGhl4Bjcr_-g2EI52Hrjwej-8G_MqaOw8faQhxJBR9fJZ2z-Hr4Pgc3nHear4SKrbtQBmU6y9C7tighQTmrIJMqaZgC9/s400/mp_main_wide_ArmisticeDayBlizzard452.jpg" border="0" /></a> Okay, obviously this isn't a photo from 1965, it's the OTHER legendary Minnesota blizzard, the Armistice Day blizzard. But it's 45 years since the St. Patrick's Day blizzard of 1965, and 45 years since our dad Lester died at the age of 45. The numbers seemed to be important to me today.<br />I was thinking about how mom had walked a long way in that deep snow, during the middle of the night, because she got dropped off by the funeral home director quite far from home. He didn't want to get the hearse stuck. By the time she reached our driveway, she was suffering from hypothermia, and really couldn't have gone much farther. The stubborn tenacity she had (and still has) is what got her home. I'm thankful for that. Here she is 45 years later, still surviving.Tarynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598582974471871280noreply@blogger.com0