Tour of greater Rindal



Decided to get a picture of the tamarack on the Harstad farm before it lost all its needles. This tree is rare in our immediate neck of the woods. I suspect the seed for this one floated in from over by Fosston on the Sandhill River, which runs a few feet from the tree.



Then I decided to take a trip through Rindal to take a picture of Faaberg Church, which is over 100 years old. It is our not-so-little white church in the dale, for Rindal is on a little river plain sunken below the surrounding terrain. Coming into Rindal from all directions you can see the steeple. It is particularly dramatic in the winter. I am going to try to get a picture of the entire scene sometime, but I think I need to break down and purchase a telephoto lens to pull it all together.



On the west end of the Faaberg cemetery runs this row of windswept pine. This is how pine are supposed to look, and I love them. Somebody once made a comment that they should plant something to replace those "scrubby pine." Over my dead body!

Every now and then I take a walk through this cemetery and am shocked to find that I remember well many of the people buried there. Friends and neighbors.

Faaberg is a real local historical treasure. Its wonderful 100-year-old pipe organ with a wood case still works and is used for services.



While taking pictures of the church, Rindal resident (one of about a dozen) and long-time nursery employee Omar waved me over to his house to show me his latest accomplishments with the scroll saw. This scene is on the back of a bench.



I asked Omar to show me his saw, so he took me down to his workshop in the basement of his house "where the phone doesn't ring and you don't know if it is forty below." Omar and Jan's living room is full of his handiwork.