Archive - 2006

January 25th

Frowsty morn

Couldn't resist running up the driveway a little this morning to try to catch the orange of the rising sun in the frost on the branches of the trees. It is a very still morning, and the air echoed with birds chirping and woodpeckers knocking on old trees.

I turned on the microphone on the bird feeder at sunrise. On cue, about two dozen finches started to fight over the pegs on the thistle-seed feeder.

January 24th

Ribbons of grass

Quick trip

Took a trip down to Minneapolis. Drove the parents of high school friend Roger down to the swearing-in ceremony for new Minnesota Chief Justice Russell Anderson. Anderson was judge in Crookston for many years, and Roger's dad Bob was a public defender.

January 22nd


While surfing the web, I found this portrait of a boy by one of my favorite painters, John Singer Sargent. Sargent had a touch like no other. Soft, yet defined.


Took a walk late this afternoon to experiment with the new telephoto lens. Here is the Morton building in some shadows from oak trees. The telephoto flattens out the picture which can allow one to highlight abstract patterns more easily, I think.

Birds are back

I didn't have anybody fill the bird feeders while I was gone, so the birds had moved on. However, it only took two days for the finches, chickadees, nuthatches and woodpeckers to rediscover the full feeders.

A healthy thump on the window this morning let me know they were back.

This is also the first shot with my new telephoto lens, which I took out of the box this morning.

January 21st


I sometimes debate with myself when I would be alive besides now, if I could. When chosing such a date, I assume good health and strong teeth.

Several times, I have landed upon 1915. Although World War I was underway, we weren't yet involved. The innocence of the 19th century had not yet been entirely shattered by the unbelievable slaughters which were about to begin.

January 20th


Brother Joe is leaving for a couple of weeks, so he brought all of his recording equipment and set up a studio here in my house. Before he left, he gave me a tutorial in recording. We'll see if I remember enough to be able to record some songs.

What I have done so far sounds hideous. It's like hearing your voice on tape. In fact, it is hearing your voice on tape. So no wonder it sounds hideous.

But you can record over as many times as you wish and harmonize with yourself. I have a few hymns I would like to put together in parts.

January 19th

Home again, home again

Although I wasn't looking forward to getting back into cold weather, it really hasn't been that bad. In fact, I have seldom enjoyed getting home from Arizona as much as I have this year. The house has something to do with it. My old house was cold; this one, once it warms up, will be warm and spacious.

Made the first pass through the mail, throwing the obvious junk in the garbage. I dread confronting the mail after being gone for a few weeks--it feels as if there is accumulated stress in that pile.

January 18th

Missouri River at Yankton, SD

No ice on the Missouri on January 17th.