V-A-C-A-tion in the Summer time

We are no doubt dating ourselves with our reference to Connie Francis' long ago hit song. We've escaped our normal routine and routes. This morning's fog has became an afternoon's humidity, although the cloud cover makes it cooler where we are than where we left. We're down in southeast Minnesota for a few days vacation with the Better Half, checking out places in the vicinity of the Root River. On the way down, we stopped at a wayside rest near Fountain and watched some cedar waxwings feeding on something that was hatching from the river. The last time we saw waxwings up close, we had waded waaay up the Kinnickinnic River in Wisconsin. That time they were feeding on some ripe berries in stream-side bushes, se we saw them literally at eye level.

foggy August morning

Photo by J. Harrington

After the drive down Minnesota 52, we wouldn't be terribly upset if we didn't see another field of field corn for a lonnng time. It sort of reminds me of former President Reagan's observation about redwoods "...if you’ve looked at a hundred thousand acres or so of trees — you know, a tree is a tree, how many more do you need to look at?" Seems to me that's even more true about corn.

Postings over the nest few days may be sparse, or not, depending on the weather and the fishing, plus there's a few places I'd like to photograph that we may or may not get lost trying to find. Unfortunately, the cord for connecting the "big camera" dslr to the laptop is still back home. We'll catch up with photos, and reports if need be, over the weekend or early next week.

                     The Vacation

By Wendell Berry

Once there was a man who filmed his vacation.

He went flying down the river in his boat

with his video camera to his eye, making

a moving picture of the moving river

upon which his sleek boat moved swiftly

toward the end of his vacation. He showed

his vacation to his camera, which pictured it,

preserving it forever: the river, the trees,

the sky, the light, the bow of his rushing boat

behind which he stood with his camera

preserving his vacation even as he was having it

so that after he had had it he would still

have it. It would be there. With a flick

of a switch, there it would be. But he

would not be in it. He would never be in it.

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