A Man in a Machine

I spotted the machine pictured at the top of this post earlier this week. It looks a little cheaply built for a medical body scanner, but that was my first assumption. I’ve met medical imaging systems of many shapes and sizes in recent times. It’s not in the same league as this beauty I snapped… Continue reading A Man in a Machine

Mound with Spiral Path

Gold Medal Park fits a lot of personality into its compact 7.5 acres in the Minneapolis Mill District. We get to see it every day from our temporary home while our condo is being completed next door. The park, with a mound, with a spiral path, is now a permanent fixture in our lives.

Hearing Native Voices

Scaffold In May 2017, I stood behind a chain link fence that was covered with protest notices. “Shame on you”“Take it down”“There is no art in genocide”“Not art, not a game, not experience, not your story, not your family” Behind the fence, in the Minneapolis Sculpture Garden, workers were putting the finishing touches to a… Continue reading Hearing Native Voices

Transit Apps for a Short Trip

We’re just back from a few days in Chicago. Smartphone apps made travel by train, plane, and bike a breeze. I was able to purchase all transit using my phone. App Example Transit Use Cases Metro Transit –Buy tickets for light rail from home to MSP (Minneapolis airport). Fly Delta –Check in for flight.–Display boarding… Continue reading Transit Apps for a Short Trip

Feathering the Nest

A couple days ago, we flew into Chicago’s Midway Airport then took the “L” to an industrial area on Chicago’s South Side. At 57 St. Design. We walked through a dusty woodworking shop where workers were building furniture from American hardwoods using traditional methods. We discussed a few pieces we will order, including our first decent… Continue reading Feathering the Nest

Russia in Minneapolis

A strange thing happened as I was jogging around a lake a few days before the 2016 US presidential election. In my November 1, 2016 post I wrote: A diminutive older woman was trying to catch my attention. She announced proudly in a Russian accent that she was voting for the Republican candidate for President. “Very… Continue reading Russia in Minneapolis

The Time I Was Summoned to “The Kremlin”

My beautiful picture

It’s 1960. My maternal grandfather, my Aunt Madge, my brother, and I had been summoned to “the Kremlin.” Madge consistently referred to her brother’s Glasgow home as “the Kremlin.” This reflected her disconnect with her brother, Malcolm. He was clearly keeping his distance from the rest of the family, possibly for good reasons. The backstory… Continue reading The Time I Was Summoned to “The Kremlin”