A Fieldtrip

I took a vacation day today trying to get my groove back. Or at least laugh and smile a bit.

I didn’t die my hair purple, but did go with dark blonde, which is closer to reality than the golden tresses I was sporting. I needed something a little easier to maintain.

I baked oatmeal, chocolate chip, craisin cookies while I processed.  

I wanted to go somewhere different with Java. Awhile back, my friend Sue had taken some amazing photos of Minnehaha Falls in all its frozen blue glory. I decided to go check it out for myself.

The park is in Minneapolis and I passed by a very factoryish, dirty looking area on the way.

And scrap metal filled dumps and rusty, graffiti covered cargo train cars. In some ways, it makes for interesting photos, but not so attractive to drive through.

Java did not much like John H Stevens (June 13, 1820–May 28, 1900), who was said to be the first authorized resident on the west bank of the Mississippi River.

When you look at John’s face close up, you can’t really blame Java’s reaction. Are those eyes actually glowing?

Java was not as intimidated by Gunnar Wennerberg (October 1817 – August 1901), who is some Swedish poet, composer and politician. I don’t quite get why there’s a statue of him here.

I did not climb down to the falls as Sue and her Dad had done. I was afraid of Java yanking me off my feet (it was a bit icy) and tumbling down the steps. Instead, I took photos looking down at the falls.

On the way back home, we stopped at The Tea Source, which carries about a bajillion kinds of loose leaf teas. I thought I should find something other than coffee to drink before bed and I like loose leaf tea better than tea bags.

I’m trying to slow down a bit. Not be so impatient, wanting everything to come together and be better NOW!