Moon, Snowy Mountains

Moon, snowy mountains. My 8-year-old nephew’s artwork was a contrast to our hot 90° cycle ride to Dairy Queen.

Lost Stories

My mother-in-law has acquired a photo mat with 17 cutouts. 17 just happens to be the right number for her to be surrounded by baby photos of her children, her children’s partners, her grandchildren, and her great-grandchild. 16 babies, one matriarch. My partner’s photo is a vertical-format portrait, which means he’s deprived of his cranium…… Continue reading Lost Stories

Paying Forward

A good start to the day: pain suisse and coffee, no charge at Spyhouse. An earlier customer was paying it forward.

1029 Bras

Cycled with a friend visiting from UK. Lunch at the 1029 Bra, I mean Bar. The banner honors fallen peace officers.

A Narrow Mind

Cycled to Lake Minnetonka. A man reinforced my preconceptions of white suburbs by telling me about “those Muslims.”