At last we have a second senator from Minnesota. Sen. Franken's face is the motherlode for digital caricaturists.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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Monday, June 22, 2009
June 22, 2009
I took this picture and processed it with Picasa as a demonstration piece for tomorrow's WACOSA class.
http://www.wacosa.org/
Sunday, June 21, 2009
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Friday, June 19, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
June 16, 2009
That's Lenny's baitshop at the corner of 12th Avenue and West St. Germain, as seen from the second floor of the public library. In the background is St. Cloud police station currently under construction.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Jan. 15, 2009
grew up at 17...my first cup of coffee, my first cigarette, quit juicy fruit gum. Reminders of that at Jim's Auto Repair today.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Friday, June 12, 2009
June 11, 2009
As I stood there, comparing it with my size 10, an adolescent girl stopped and said that's a bad-ass bug and I'm glad it's dead.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
June 8, 2009
June 8, 2009
Originally uploaded by TedSher
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Saturday, June 6, 2009
June 6, 2009
It's known that the following have slept in this room: Torquil, Marcia, Guido, Melody, John, Lauren, Audrey, Steven, Mona, Sigurd, Mary, Tom, S.R., Honna, Eric, Friedhelm, Jack, Barbara, Dennis, Cleo. Others are certain to have slept here also, but their names haven't been recovered.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
June 1, 2009
If you bring a shovel and container, you can dig out some of our wild roses for yourself. They were transplanted from northern Minnesota to this alley site next to our garage, so you know they're hardy and low maintenance.
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Dec. 28, 2007
In the waning years of WW II, we were living in Rockville Center, Long Island, I was about 12 and dad was dying of a brain tumor. Mom said NYC was no place for a widow to bring up a child, so she packed us up and we took a train to her childhood home in Detroit Lakes Minnesota. That's where she met and married this widower. He was a clothing salesman and outdoorsman.
Dec. 27, 2007
Hamburger at Petes Place