Missing the days of can cozies and lake hair on our boys.
Washing mud from freshly plucked carrots. On display is the yield of my in-law’s hard work in the community garden of Mandan. Apparently, there is a very discerning onion and cabbage thief on the loose who must be stopped. ;) I can’t tell you how much I love these stories. Keillor can’t match this reality. (at Camp Gilliss, Lake Washburn)
Looking forward to getting back to this scene and taking my boys skiing. It’s a great life.
Taking a tour of Will Rosenzweig’s aromatic landscape at his home in Healdsburg the night before our board meeting. Pictured (l-r) are Jay Cowles, Will, Krista Tippett, Julie Zelle, and Page Cowles. The tomatoes and figs were out of this world. #onemustsufferforhiswork
Walking about Healdsburg, this sidewalk chalk made my morning. #publicradiowandering
My vacation may be interrupted for a few days of work in San Francisco, but I have this age of my loved ones waiting for the storm to roll in. #cabinlife (at Camp Gilliss, Lake Washburn)
"When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe." ~John Muir (at Camp Gilliss, Lake Washburn)
Postcard from MN: A foggy morning on Lake Washburn. The red bucket is for bailing, but it makes for nice contrast. #nofilter (at Camp Gilliss, Lake Washburn)
Rock bass. (at Camp Gilliss, Lake Washburn)
No boat lift for our crappy old aluminum fishing boat? No problem. Just visit the local tractor supply shop for 16 pieces of galvanized 1-1/4” pipe (have them threaded), 8 T-connections, and some 2” PVC pipe for easy rolling. Lucian and Rainier are swelling with pride and it was an awfully fun project for the old man to do with his boys in an afternoon. I only wish @srgilliss were here; she loves this stuff! (at Camp Gilliss, Lake Washburn)
Rock bass central. Gilliss boys are reeling ‘email in. (at Camp Gilliss, Lake Washburn)
Now, Rainier, he’s a dude that can shave it real close and look cool. But, he, too, wanted a bit of length on the top. Yes, we’re talking fractions of an inch here, not inches. (at Pasties Plus)
Up in Grand Rapids today buying parts for a makeshift “lift” for our old fishing boat + decided to stop off and get the boys shorn. The joint was nasty but the barber was good people with a true love of animals. The place doubled as a kind of rescue shelter. With wounded old dogs and birds who liked to admire their reflections using hand mirrors. This is my oldest son, Lucian. The universal language of barbershop white walls. (at Pasties Plus)
Postcard from MN: a rainy day on Lake Washburn lends itself to devices + crafting in bed.
At the @DakotaJazzClub celebrating 17 years of love a few days prematurely. A photo of the doll who still claims me. (at Dakota Jazz Club and Restaurant)