So, in Part 3 I mentioned there were some 80 to 90 year old poplars in the Lost Valley Natural Area. I did some digging and managed to find a few. For the purpose of perspective I am in the pictures. I took these with a very old HP digital camera. Unfortunately, it was stolen from me shortly after these shots were taken. My next digital camera didn’t have a timer for taken shots like this. Oh, and these are not High Definition shots, yet they’re still pretty damn clear.
Now, what looks like fallen tree on this 100 year old bridge is actually a branch from the tree I am standing next to in the first picture.
And here’s the shot showing you where the branch used to be before it was blown off the tree.
And here’s another one with me. And yes, I have a hell of a lot less gray hair.
Many many years ago Tom Schmitt, my cousin, painted pictures of my brother Eric whom had passed away years earlier. This video is the reaction of my parents as they opened the painting at Christmas time. Honestly, I can’t tell you the year I took this video.
Anyway, I told Tom I’d try to get it posted on my blog, but that was in the days before YouTube was around. I then forgot about it until I cam across it today.
They have this picture hanging on their wall to this day.
This is what I have to deal with every morning when I sit at my computer. I try to tell Cinnamon that is not a real mouse, and is certainly not the way you go about catching a mouse. But, as usual, she neither complies nor acknowledges that she hears me.
See, the plan was simple. Elegantly simple. It was to remain inside and stay warm and cozy with My Love. However, she wasn’t paying attention yesterday when she picked up some ingredients for the chili she is making today in the slow cooker. She grabbed two cans of diced tomatoes and one can of crushed tomatoes. Unfortunately, one of the cans of diced tomatoes was flavored with Basil, Oregano, and Garlic. Yeah, that’s right. I don’t think there’s such a thing as Italian Chili.
Sigh. I guess I will also take the time to pick up some AA batteries and a few odds and ends since I have to brave the cold, miserable weather. But than, that’s what you do when you love someone as much as I do My Love.
This is not all that surprising. A few years ago there were reports coming out of Africa of kids taking human excrement, sealing it in a bottle, and then letting it sit in the sun for a few days. After that they’d open it up and take a good, deep whiff.
Then there were the alcohol atomizers. Instead of drinking it, you breathed it in as a mist. It was set to become all the rage, but I think it faded.
There’s a new trend to getting drunk. Butt chugging is becoming more popular, but be careful, it can get dangerous.
This Natural Area was once part of our old farm. The majority of the land is now a rural housing development in Southern Washington County. What I used to jokingly call the back 40 is really only about 5 acres, and is now prairie restoration. North of that are valleys created by centuries of run off from spring melts. It’s really quite beautiful. I’ve got close to 50 or 60 pictures I’ve taken over the years. Some of which I’ve lost. Hopefully I’ll be able to locate them, because down in the eastern end of the valleys are some 80 or 90 year old poplar trees that are stunning.
Here’s a picture from the north side of the valley. If you click on the picture you can just make out the back of the sign that’s in the first picture.