Bosca Dubh

Another summer memory: Jack at Portland Head Light. It’s not quite the Wyeth painting (Wyeth was a friend of my mother’s family–more on that someday), but Jack’s pose reminded me of Christina Olsen a bit.

Yesterday our neighbor Dave, Erin’s husband, came over to help with my storm window project. Two of the windows went in last weekend without a hitch, but two more turned out to be 1/4″ or so too wide. Damn old houses and their characteristically inconsistent measurements. But Dave is a carpenter by trade, and in no time those windows were in place and ready to calk. I’m such a pathetic handyman.

Three things for which I’m thankful:

1. Good neighbors with useful skills
2. Choo Choo Bob’s Train Store, 2050 Marshall Avenue, St. Paul–Santa does all his shopping there
3. “Easy” to assemble gingerbread house kits

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07-09-2007: selected as a “Belligerant” favorite for Moody Monday

Jack was a little less than enthusiastic about helping with the leaves. Piling them up for diving into, great; but putting them into the bag? Much less fun.

The pumpkins are gone from Mother Earth Gardens now; they’re clearing space for Christmas trees. Soon winter will be upon us.

At Mother Earth Gardens, 42nd Ave. and 38th St., in South Minneapolis–our favorite place for pumpkins and Christmas trees.

Found at the Lakewood Cemetery; it was an incredibly sad, and oddly whimsical, and slightly absurd grave decoration, and much more interesting (and touching) than the usual wilting carnations. I hope that someday someone will leave a pumpkin at my grave…

updated 05/21/2007: third place selection in the Shutterday.com “Ground Score” category.

A happy accident from the Holga; I think this was actually a developing catastrophe–you can see the circles from the backing paper–but there’s something magical about its imperfection.