Posts tagged “B&W

an opening

Song of the day: Paul Simon, Joan Baez, Richard Thompson, The Boxer


crossing the mighty minnehaha

Song of the day: Ralf Bendix, Minne Minnehaha


Picnic Grounds of the Ancients

These mysterious structures were built millions of years ago, perhaps, by ancient suburbanites of this locale. The local legends speak of something referred to only as “weenie-roasts.” What actually took place here, what purpose these small monolithic structures served, what happened to the forgotten tribes that used them for some long lost purpose… well, we may never know the true story. We are left with conjecture and imagination. Could this be the representation of an ancient spacecraft that landed here before recorded time? Or it is an igloo precursor, hewn from stone by long-lost technology? Or some sort of communication device? Or an early sauna? Or the beehive of the gods???

Song of the day: Theme from the X Files


minnehaha creek

Song of the day: Neil Young, Cripple Creek Ferry


Maiden Rock, Wi

Yesterday’s Phenology: I heard on the radio that this is typically the warmest week of the year. (Yup, sure is.) I think Saturday is the start of the big cool down.

Song of the day: Lyle Lovett, Summer Wind

 


flower noir

Yesterday’s Phenology: Well, the phenology portion of our show has basically turned into a weather report. Not exactly what I had in mind. And so I may occasionally add phenology notes, but it’s not going to be on a daily basis. (Unless I start seeing actual Phenology on a daily basis, which seems unlikely.) Yesterday was a beautiful day, the morning was cool and the dew was a heavy layer of sparkle on the grass. In the afternoon there was a nice thunderstorm. I was mocked by blackbirds on my way to work.

Song of the day: Lyle Lovett, She’s Already Made Up Her Mind


The Call of the Wild

Yesterday’s Phenology: A bit of a front moved through. Or something. Anyway it started raining in the early morning and rained most of the day. A good soaking.

Song of the day: Los Lobos, Will the Wolf Survive


One from the archives, June 2006, art institute

Yesterday’s Phenology: A fairly perfect day; sunnyish in the morning, clouded over in the afternoon, rained in the evening. Nottalotta wind, maybe got into the 80s.

Song of the day: War, Four Cornered Room


One from the Archives, October 2016, cloudy moon

Yesterday’s Phenology: Oh, for the cool spring weather. How I miss it. 84 degrees and, yes, sunny today. Very sunny, very warm. Big birds flying across the sky today, egrets or herons, one lake to another. Very graceful.

Song of the day: Blind Faith, Can’t Find My Way Home


mo cro

Yesterday’s Phenology: Almost a perfect day, especially from a bike-riding perspective: overcast. upper sixties, low seventies? Not much wind at all. All this led to a pretty nice ride. There’s a lot of water locally. There’s a gully  by the greenway that is usually dry. I see cats down there sometimes when I’m just getting onto the bikeway. Today: 4 mallards, paddling about. Now that all the trees are leafed out, I hear more birds than I see. Today featured the Red-winged blackbirds.

Song of the day: Los Lobos, Wicked Rain


crow

Yesterday’s Phenology: Rain, light rain, heavy rain, drizzle, mist, fog, rain, heavy rain, more rain, rain rain rain and more rain. It rained all day. The temp slowly climbed up through the 40s, and it was a bit breezy at times. A lot of rain. A nice morning to sit under the awning at Isles Bun and coffee, enjoy a scone and some coffee and watch the rain fall. Lots of very wet birds out there now, and a lot of unhappy worms. One thing’s for certain: more rain is predicted for tomorrow.

Song of the day: Bruce Springsteen, Streets of Fire


searching crow

Yesterday’s Phenology: It felt like a fall day. Temps in the 40s and overcast, a bit foggy in the morning. Rained the night before for quite awhile. Maybe things will green up soon?

Song of the day: Simon and Garfunkel, A Hazy Shade of Winter


hunkered down crows

Yesterday’s Phenology: overcast and a tiny bit warmer. Almost not measurably warmer, but still, a bit warmer. And a bit rainy in the late afternoon. A little rain will be good.

Song of the day: Duke Ellington, It Don’t Mean a Thing


one from the archives, august 2009, out for a row…

Yesterday’s Phenology: We are suddenly getting some very March-like weather. Rather unexpected. Sunny day today, but the temp stayed in the low 30s. The snow is melting slowly. The crows seem querulous. Always bickering about something or other. Sidewalks still have some snowy patches (those neighbors who have given up on shoveling for the winter) and some icy patches, where they’ve been shoveled. All that’s missing, really, is about 15 or so inches of old snow. Then it would really be like March.

Song of the Day: R. Crumb and his Keep-on-Truckin’ Orchestra, River Blues


one from the archives, Kat-Keys, march, 2010

Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny but not so warm. Mid 30s? Slow melting. Crows. Jupiter and the Moon up in the early morning sky, very bright.

Song of the day: Harry James and his Orchestra, It’s Funny to Everyone but Me


One from the archives: First Bank, St. Paul, March 2009

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Yesterday’s Phenology: A very nice spring day. Probably got up into the upper 50s, and the wind died down, so it was actually almost warm out there. The wee snow-drop flowers are a-coming up in the garden, seems to be a few more than in previous years. Crows still rule the sky, but I did see a flicker, singing an odd song. Maybe it wasn’t a flicker. I’ll have to check the film.

Song of the day: The Drifters, On Broadway


Raymond and University, 5:55 pm

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Yesterday’s Phenology: a more typical late February day. Temps in the low 40s. Lakes still largely ice covered, but bare of snow, so you can’t always be sure.

Song of the Day: Bennie Moten’s Orch, That’s What I’m Talking About


Winter of the Crows – 19

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Yesterday’s Phenology: There was so much talk about the coming snow that the mass of hot air over the twin cities moved the storm pattern south a bit. So now it looks like we’ll get a little, but maybe not. Sunny day, but colder, more like February, in the 30s, probably. Clouded up in the evening. Not snowing yet.

Song of the day: Iceland Folk Song, Krummavisar


Winter of the Crows – 17

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winter wind
he can’t find his roost
the evening crow

Issa

Yesterday’s Phenology: Apruary continues, with yet another 61 degree day. A bit of open water on the pond, taken advantage of by a few ducks and geese. In the evening, beautiful clouds, sunset, and constellations of crows flying to the river.

Song of the day: Bob Dylan, Black Crow Blues


Winter of the Crows – 13

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XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another day of climate change. 63 degrees in Minneapolis, breaking the old record, which was 55, set in 1981. (Don’t remember that.) Sunny, with a light warm breeze. Saw the usual crows, and a long-legged raccoon that was wanting to cross the road at rush hour. He thought better of that, and scurried back to raccoon town.
Song of the day: Simone Perrin, Crow

Winter of the Crows – 8

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VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.
Yesterday’s Phenology: Sunny and cool. Maybe in the mid 30s today. Cool enough to leave a layer of ice on many of the sidewalks. Heard a mysterious bird, saw it, but couldn’t identify it, too bright, too far away. Sounded very familiar, but didn’t get a good look at it. Heard a hawk over by lake of the isles, and then saw it circling over head. A breezy day, and the Hawk was having fun on the winds. Big Bird!
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Song of the Day: Fern Knight, Murder Of Crows

Winter of the Crows – 7

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VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?
Yesterday’s Phenology: Another spring-like day, with initial sun, and 40 degrees. Heard a Flicker this morning, such a striking call. Big crows flying about the house. Big puddles have returned. The remaining snow is gray and icy.
Song of the day: The Haunted Windchimes, Out With The Crow

Winter of the Crows – 4

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Yesterday’s Phenology: The Return of Winter. Temperature sunk down to 1 lonely degree this morning. Sunny, and warmed up to double digits, but now sinking back down for another cold night.

Poetry Corner: (Wallace Stevens, Continued…)

IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.
Song of the Day: Kelly Joe Phelps, The Black Crow Keeps Flying

winter tree

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Yesterday’s Phenology: The temperatures been hovering between 32 and 33 for about the last 20 hours, and the sky has been overcast since 2016, it seems. But today seemed a bit colder than yesterday (and I guess it was a couple of degrees colder.) And they sky seemed darker and the gloom that landed with a thud on 20 January has only deepened. Occasional couples of geese fly over the house, headed for the river. They cheer me up, their pristine goosiness.

Song of the Day: John Lee Hooker, I’ll Never Get Out of These Blues Alive