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yard journal :: 09 december 09 :: (almost-over storm)

Yesterday, I posted pre-storm photos and can be compared to the ones you see here. At the top of this post is a picture that I took from the master bedroom window around midnight last eve. All the photos below were snapped around 11 o'clock this morning. Now, five hours later, the storm is nearly over and the subzero temperatures are blowing into southcentral Wisconsin along with a wind chill advisory.

I also posted a video from when I first ventured outside this morning. You can view it HERE.

I am in my element. I love this weather ... and it's not even Winter yet!

our tribal village

Just a few shots that go with "the other side" and "girl". At least tentatively.

thursday river walk

I took a quiet walk by myself this last Thursday, through the trails that I know by heart. As always, parts of it break off into the sand and river, as seen in the pictures that show the trail behind and ahead of me. The leaves were falling like snowflakes and the big fish were jumping like mad.

when the river calls

I took a walk with my husband this last Sunday morning. It was wonderfully foggy and these photos really don't do justice to the magic that is the Wisconsin River Valley.

Words to describe it completely escape me.

We walked amongst the sidetrails that I have walked hundreds of times before with Grandpa Anderson, so many years past. For the zillionth time, I told my husband that this is the river where I was born on a cold, winter night and that there's still no time between then and now. I thought about mentioning how I'm quite certain I was once a catfish and that I know what it feels like to skim along the river bed. I didn't. I have told him many times before then and I will tell him many times again.

cow chip festival

out and about

There's so much to do this weekend. Of primary interest are a) the local Cow Chip Festival and b) Taste of Madison. .

The former we do almost every single year, at least a bit or a piece of it, because it's so wonderfully kitschy and speaks of our community. It can also be an opportunity for some damn interesting photos once the shit starts to fly. Literally.

As for the latter, I am salivating as I type this. The downside is PEOPLE!!!! EN MASSE!!!!! Odi profanum vulgus et arceo. We may or may not go. If so, I'm leaning towards Sunday.

If you see me at either event, be sure to say hello. And, no matter what the stretch of days hold for you ... enjoy.

polka on the riverway

On Friday, I spent a few hours at Polka on the Riverway. I didn't dance, but nostalgia was in the air and this took me back to my childhood.

If you're really bored (or really like polka), I've posted five videos. They are right at the top unless you're stumbling upon this at some point in the future, in which case I suggest clicking on the "local flavor" category.

The first polka of the evening can be seen HERE.

progress?

A few houses have been bought by the village and will be demolished to make way for a parking lot and a "grassy area". The downtown has more closed and/or empty businesses than open ones. I last counted eight vacancies.

The problem isn't parking.

chasing home

Two of my many favorite creatures are crows and bullheads.

While at the river yesterday morning, X noticed a crow caught in a low tree limb, its head attached to the branch, somehow, by fishing lure. If we approached to help, the young crow became frantic and appeared as though a gymnast on the parallel bars, spinning and spinning.

We kept our distance and called the bird rescue lady. As we waited for her, we watched the corvid carefully work at that line until, only minutes before help arrived, the crow freed itself, flew to the top of a leafless tree, and cawed its freedom. It was quite the experience. (Low-quality photo of the situation HERE.)

Bullheads and catfish.

Now is not the time for me to write about bullheads and catfish, about how I'm not so sure that I believe in reincarnation, yet how I wonder if I lived as one (or more) in the Wisconsin River, decade after decade, before being yanked out on a cold winter night so many years ago.

I spend a lot of time daydreaming about, but what feels more like remembering, skimming along the bottom of the river in the cold water, tongue-like skin, old and wise.

No, now is not the time.

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