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Tuesday, June 16, 2015

View From the Lanesboro Deck (& Grady)

Nothin' spectacular, just pleasant.

My primary view, the Hideaway contemplative labyrinth. 























Down the hill to the northeast. Looks suspiciously like a Growlery to me. I suspect it was originally a well house for the Hanson house. The Hansons moved from their family home, and Maria and her children lived there for a while. Now there is a fellow named Jamal, his wife Heather(?) and two extreme cute preschoolers. I love to listen to little children laughing and giggling.

North trees

South trees

Keith and Bea's house across to the southwest. 

Beer, cigar, shades, tunes. Continued suffering.

Our backyard.

View to the front toward Jack's place hiding behind the maple.
Jack is older: a senior (and I am 70). He has lived in the triplex since he retired from Honeywell in '96. The building is one of those inward looking places so we don't see much of Jack. The garage door opens, the red BMW leaves, the door opens, the BMW returns, the door closes. Sunday evening Jack and I went down to the Village Hall to eat and drink out on the deck under that huge maple tree. A wonderful evening.

The Hillcrest Hideaway
If you are interested, the Hideway is about to be listed for sale. Marv and Carol are wonderful neighbors and I will hate to see them move. Marv keeps on eye on our place when we aren't there and Carol brings us cookies when we are. Time moves on, but for goodness sake, when I am working in the yard, sweating in the summer heat, Marv will come over carrying a couple of cold Goose Island IPAs and tell me it is break time. The man brings his own beer!


This is Grady. He stopped by on Monday to talk, have lunch, and more importantly, to pick the McLean bicycle which he purchased from me a month or two ago. He seemed quite pleased.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Kvale Cheesecake Pictures

I was at the cottage over a long weekend mowing lawn and continuing my seemingly Sisyphean task of sanding and painting. (I do not believe in 70 years I have ever used that word before.) The weather was cool but sunny and really quite nice so I rolled down the hill for lunch with J.T. then rode out to Frank's Oz rhubarb garden just to check things out. When I returned I parked the Kvale in the dining room (note the neatly painted wood trim) and later dug out a real camera rather than a toy for a proper photo op.                         Obviously I am not not rational about this bicycle. 

Almost perfect fender lines - a surprisingly difficult task to pull off.
Older Brooks Pro perched on a Paul post.

Campagnolo Corsa Record RD
Campagnolo track crank - White pedals with Nitto cages

Curtis Odom hubs.
Leather laced over fabric wraps. And an assort of very beautiful handmade parts.


Take care, be well,
Gunnar

Monday, May 25, 2015

The Cottage Crab

Long live the queen. Commanding the back yard of the cottage there is a flowering crab. Most "modern" trees are compact, dwarf. They are practical, yet somehow lacking .... lacking grace. This one is forty or fifty feet tall. In Spring it is covered with flowers, in late Summer a herd of deer come every evening to clean up the dropped fruit, even stretch-standing on their rear legs to glean apples off the lower branches, before curling up in the wet moonlight grass to sleep it off until morning. 

Unfortunately we all get old. Like many of us this tree looks fine from the window side but the other side is hollow to the point of non-existence. The trunk is a half shell of rotting wood. It is time ... I have delayed the inevitable for three years. It is scheduled for removal as soon as Dave Norby can fell it with his chainsaw. 

Our neighbor, Marv sent me these pictures yesterday. A good tree, it really knew how to flower - it gave it everything it had - feeding the bees for decades. I will miss its show. 





Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Coming Up For Air

Cousin Fritz told Lorna that Aunt Dorothy was worried that I might be ailing because I hadn't posted anything for a month or so. For the record, Dor, I am fine, just busy.

Climbing back up onto the blog train I checked the 1410 stats to see if anyone actually monitored a half-dead blog. Apparently some do. I am not certain what happened on April 28th. Someone with a bunch of followers must have posted a link or something because I got 1,761 pageviews that day. ??? I have no idea what that was all about.

Meanwhile, I have been spending about four days a week alone solo at the cottage doing some interior painting and transplanting - just doing general maintenance and putzing about. Solo? Lorna has been busy with other things. but the Lanesboro neighbors and friends have kept me company and Grady Linehan came down one weekend to look at the McLean bicycle. The bike is still at the cottage, but it now it belongs to Grady.




















If anyone is garden inclined, I also posted a handful of Spring garden photos here.

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Fulton Shrimp

On the way home from Alamo we spent a couple of days in Fulton Beach (hint: Thar ain't no beach in Fulton Beach). What there is are nearby birds at Goose Island and Aransas NWR, and fresh fish and shrimp on the upper deck of Charlotte Plumber's seafood restaurant. There are other places in Texas, even in Fulton, where you can eat good shrimp, but sometimes location is everything.

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Lorna on the upper deck selecting her shrimp and beer.


I am not certain why, color photos are great for birds or pretty women, but there is something about hard working people that begs to be recorded with B &W photos. Here are some from this year and last year, mostly from the docks and roof deck at Charlotte Plumber's seafood restaurant.



 Eat well, - Gunnar

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Spring Bike

In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. bicycles.







Saturday, March 28, 2015

The Last Pics Of Texas

This is the last of the last of the last Texas bird photos - taken on South Padre Island the day after the last of the Spring Break hungover kids stumbled back over the causeway, and the day before we packed it in for the Fulton Beach shrimp, the Aransas cranes, then on home to Minnesota. All in all, the weather sucked, but we saw a lot of birds, reunited with some great friends, and met some new ones. A salute to you all. Skoal. 

A non-birding aside, we have frequented Padre Brewing often enough that the brewmaster, Markkus Haggenmiller joins us at our table, craving a tiny bit of "ya, you betcha that's good beer, ya know" Minnesota beer talk. Mark comes from a long line of brewers. His father and grandfather were brewers at Hamm's Beer, and he has a pit-found antique beer bottle that has raised lettering - "Charles Haggenmiller Brewing Company". Very cool. And now, back to the birds: 









Be well, have another great year - Gunnar Berg

Least Bittern

"Least". Sometimes photos do not convey size. This bird is as small as a long-legged Robin. This is two different birds - a breeding female and a breeding plumage male. Again, pictures from our last BIG DAY at South Padre Island.