Hey, Grandma Moses started late!
Not too bad, but I'm inordinately proud of it since it's the first real shot I 've got from that thing since building it. I think I need a more modern lense for outside work though ... the one I have flares horribly.
Oh, and on my screen that image is about the same size as the negative!
Things to do while walking in a big circle waiting for Christopher to nod off in his sling. He's an accomplished sleep evader already.
The leaves of a mighty burr oak were still lacy and delicate yesterday.
The cemetery at Valley Grove is being decorated for Memorial Day.
Our restoration project lumbers toward completion. Nothing like a coat of paint.
This may not look like much of an accomplishment, but here's a picture of that rotten corner we were dealing with last winter.
Here was the rotten structure being rebuilt.
Minnesota was 150 years old as a state this spring. Our restored piece of evidence that the Nordic people settled here turns 146 years old. It should last at least another 146 thanks to our efforts this winter.
"Remember the I35W bridge--who needs terrorists when there are Republicans"
In truth, the original builders would have loved carbide cutting surfaces, motorized miter box saws, airless paint applicators, or laser levels. So we had NO qualms about using the best available building methods. And as you can see, the rebuilt steeple supports are perfectly straight. Even so, the original structure was pretty square so fitting hyper-accurate repairs required a minimum of fussy fitting. "Remember the I35W bridge--who needs terrorists when there are Republicans"
Different perspektive!
Now the pictures of the brown stuff, which in my opinion just look like turd, from what ever side you look at it it looks like a giant turd. But as it is in the garden of an Art Museum, I must assume it is an artful sculpture. Call me an ignoramus of art. :-)
When I saw it first, I had an afew moment! I thought I need some coffee, because I really couldn't be seeing straight. :-D
In the villa's rose-garden:
In the villa's gardens:
View from the villa - ah, let's go the other way:
Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner - that I moved to Nice.
