Since I am supposed to know how to use photoshop...

I am making an effort...

Lake of the Isles

I went in search of a good park with scenery, few crowds, and a bench in the sun. And I found one, around a deceptively large but lovely lake surrounded by giant homes. Some of which were listed by Sotheby's (at which point I think they cease to be a house and become a villa or mansion or something).

Laundry

IPA

My preferred method of coping with the warm, painfully humid afternoon.

Upon the celebration of the end of the internet famine.

Now I really live in Minnesota.

Going to a Minnesotan Lutheran church and seeing Garrison Keillor should get me into some exclusive club. Maybe these are just the pre-winter initiation rites...

Hello, my beautiful 90% off darlings.

These ones are related:

Two seemingly unrelated photos (Or, Nora Comes to Visit)

It makes me happy every time I see it... but we opted for the Muddy Pig. Thanks for the drinks Nora!

I should patent this jetlag cocktail... One part creepy monk tea, one part melatonin.

The Best Morning Adventure Yet...

Ax Man Surplus, home of Huggy Jesus.

I must take Quade there.

Meet Frida

When I finally read her label I discovered that she is a desert rose, who needs lots of sun and very little water. And then I felt bad for watering her daily and putting her in the corner of my room. Then I questioned the wisdom of buying a desert rose in Minnesota. Hopefully she meets a better fate than both Chris In the Morning and Benjamin...

For Sam (Or, Minneapolis Is a "Real City")

Sometimes when I am lost I take random photos out my car window to console myself. I spend a significant amount of time half-lost these days. Expect to see more.