I hadn’t been to northeast South Dakota for about 14 years and had forgotten how much water there is, which makes it a great place for fishing. My cousin Abby caught so many fish today that I lost count. My count was easy to remember, but not memorable. Zero. Hey, at least I tried. Nevertheless, it was a relaxing weekend with two aunts & uncles, cousin, mom and grandparents.
I was excited to see several pods of pelicans, and even moreso, that they didn’t “gift” anything to me.
Barbecues, a summer fire and s’mores. Doesn’t get much better than that.
My cousin Karen graciously agreed to help me out with today’s blog quest and was patient as I practiced taking portraits. I’m excited for her to begin college at Iowa State this fall, though I will miss regularly seeing her infectious smile, learning her foodie nutrition tips (she plans to study dietetics), the occasional run (she’s much faster), and hanging out with an all-around fun cousin.
When I moved to Minneapolis, I was surprised by the number of people who use public transportation to get to the office. It’s a good thing. As a result, people in business attire are often found dotted across Metro Transit stops downtown as they wait for a ride home.
Tonight I uncovered a little street music, where rhythms of the beat box, cello, guitar and violin wove through the night air like a seasoned cyclist winds through rush hour. And they are Tea-Tum.