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Gnomes, a Squirrel Fight, & a Blue Shadow

11/30/2017

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Dog Walk Discoveries (September to November, 2017)
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​Gnomes I've known...
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​​I've tried many times to get a decent picture of an albino squirrel. But this photo shoot quickly devolved into--
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SQUIRREL FIGHT!
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​Calming down now with some September flowers...
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Not your everyday window cling. Can anyone explain this to me?

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Saint Francis of Assisi and some funny bunnies.
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I'm guessing the horn-blowing dude is Pan, Greek god of shepherds and flocks
​and all things wild. Note the nervous sidelong glance of the smaller bunny. 
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This statue must have been quite beautiful at one time. As was the tree.
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Ha! That's all I'll say about this one. 

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A red hydrant casting a blue shadow.
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More interesting colors here. I walk by this door frequently
​and I always feel as though I've passed through a painting.

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This big corner window
​is just made for a giant
blow-up Frankenstein.

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​Approaching an auto repair shop, I was concerned about the woman kneeling by the door. Turns out it was just a car seat.

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Really? I mean, really?

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​Now that is a detailed paint job.

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I think I've discovered all the sidewalk poems in my neighborhood, but I found this one while walking with a friend in her neighborhood. I so love St. Paul's sidewalk poems project!




This hand cutout amid leaves seemed a tad creepy.
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A picture that says: November.

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The old greenhouse in Mountain Lake.
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Early morning silhouette of Milk Specialties, Mountain Lake.

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The leaves and flowers
are gone by now, but
​here come the lights.
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Aloft

11/12/2017

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Since summer, my mom and I have been keeping an eye on a particular bird in the aviary at my dad's nursing home. We noticed it because it couldn't seem to fly. The bird—a finch—looked just like some of the others, so if it was a juvenile, it had been greatly surpassed by its siblings. This bird couldn't even hop into the food dish like the other birds did. Instead it ate the spilled food from the ground and spent its time cocking its head at all the other birds flitting about. 
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​During my visits I'd often sit with my dad by the aviary and simply will the bird to fly. It was heartbreaking to see a creature so obviously excluded from its group, its tribe. To see so much confusion and longing in that little bird face. 

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Then, one day, the bird was able to flutter upwards a couple of feet. 

A few weeks later, it managed to fly all the way to the top of the aviary.

Now the problem was the poor thing still couldn't land. While the others would effortlessly shift from branch to wire to wooden perch, our little guy would hover for a few seconds and then drop back down to the sawdust-covered floor of the aviary. Alone. Again.

​But those days are over. On Saturday, I witnessed the bird land. It still couldn't manage the wires or branches, but several times I saw it flutter up to a safe spot in the corner, land precariously, and cling with all its might. 
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​With any luck, by my next visit, the bird will be flying and swooping and landing with such ease that I won't be able to tell it apart from the others.

During that time when the bird wasn't flying or landing—those many weeks of watching a creature try and fail at something it was meant to do—I often had the feeling that if only this bird could join the others, all would be right in the world. The anger, hate, injustice, ineptness that has darkened our days, particularly this last year, would somehow dissipate. ​
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​When I did finally see the bird land, nothing like that happened, of course. I cheered the bird on and then went home to the usual alarming headlines in the news. The challenges in my own life were no different than they'd been the day before. 

But that's okay. It was enough to step away from the aggregate blackness for a time and notice that good things, simple things, were still taking place all around me. 

Some birds have to work at flying. I guess we do too. ​​

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    is a children's book author, editor, tutor, mom of two adult children and one feisty cat, and collector of weird things.  
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