When a fan-favorite hockey player returns to the Xcel Energy Center for the first time after being traded to another team, the Minnesota Wild welcome the player back and allow the crowd to pay homage. On day 363 of Photo 365, Cal Clutterbuck returned in a New York Islanders jersey after spending five seasons with the Wild. He received a standing ovation. I’m guessing many clubs pay tribute to players like this, but it also seems like a very “Minnesota nice” thing to do. Or perhaps we got our good hockey manners from Canada.
Category Archives: Photography
Run Westy Run
Attending a music show when you’re past a certain age means you need to prepare. One or two naps throughout the day are a necessity, along with comfortable shoes and earplugs.
Run Westy Run, a Minneapolis band with a cult following during the late 1980s and 90s, reunited this weekend with a big show at First Avenue on Friday, Dec. 27. When they added a second show at the Turf Club the following night, husband and I knew what we had to do. Get tickets and prepare.
Minneapolis music legends were in attendance, both on stage and in the audience, which is common at the Turf and one of the reasons I love seeing music at the tiny club.
This is day 362 of Photo 365.
Desolation row
Shuttlecock
The shuttlecocks are my favorite sculptures on the lawn in front of The Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art in Kansas City.
This is day 360 of Photo 365.
Picture show
Every Christmas, for more years than not, my family has gone to a movie matinee after dinner. Some years we catch the latest blockbuster, other years we see an indie flick. The 2013 McGuire movie selection was “Philomena,” which we saw at Rio Theater in Kansas City. I give day 359 of Photo 365 two thumbs up.
Window frost
Butterfly bridge
Afternoon at the Weisman
Husband and I made a stop at the Weisman Art Museum on the University of Minnesota campus this afternoon to check out Mohamed Mumin’s exhibit, The Youth/Dhallinyarada, a portrait series of 13 Somalian-American men. Stunning.
This is day 356 of Photo 365
Land line
I teased a co-worker this week about still having a land line at home. Promptly 24 hours later, the SIM card in my mobile went haywire. Panic set in for a moment because I suddenly had no way of communicating with anyone.
Seeing this old phone at an antique store today made me chuckle. How far we’ve come. And even back in the day when my parents had this type of phone in the house, I was always annoyed by how long it took the number “9” to dial back. I was born in the right era, for certain.
This is day 355 of Photo 365.
Winter Skate
The first time I drove into downtown Saint Paul, Minn., it was New Years Day, 1999. I was trying to find my way to a place called the Saint Paul Union Depot for the opening of the Titanic exhibition. Even though I was lost, I was distracted by the fact the area I now know as Lowertown, looked like New York City. I had never been to New York, but in my head, at that moment, I felt like I was in New York.
When I had the opportunity to move to the Twin Cities later that same year, I knew exactly where I wanted to live – the place that made me feel like I was in the West Village of New York.
As a 14 year resident of the Lowertown district of Saint Paul, I have watched the city blossom into a beautiful, mature lady. One event that has been in Saint Paul even longer than me is the Saint Paul Winter Carnival. Minnesotans take their winters seriously. They complain about the cold and the snowy commutes like the best of them, but at the end of the day, they celebrate winter. So much so, each January, they put on a two-week party called Saint Paul Winter Carnival.
As part of Winter Carnival, the city lights the parks, decks the halls, and sets up outdoor activities for all to enjoy during the cold months both before and after the carnival. One of these outdoor activities, that reminds me so much of New York (now that I’ve been there many times), is a pop up skating rink. The Wells Fargo Winter Skate is open to the public for skating, broomball, which you see in the picture above, and youth hockey events.
It’s classic and romantic and fun. I hope to bump into you sometime in my northern Midwest version of New York sometime.









