Daniel Kramer

The white acoustic guitar really did catch my attention. It was strung out (no pun intended) laying on its back under a tree on a… Login to continue reading Login…

Those little robotic biters. How do they find that same ankle sweet spot year after year. That exact same spot. Producing an itchy lower leg… Login to continue reading Login…

The distance from the University of Minnesota’s Minneapolis campus to the channel markers of Brule narrows on Rainy Lake has remained constant over the years. A few curves in the roads have been redesigned but the basics of heading north on I35, MN33, and US53 have stayed unchanged.

It’s a precarious thing what the freeze melt cycle of Spring brings to the table up here in the north country year after year. A sunny warm early March day and some dry pavement makes walking easy, until that is, until you round the corner of the building where the eaves have been dripping snow melt from the roof ever so slightly on to the pavement and the water runs across it to a driveway or street. When the late afternoon temperature drops the water solidifies and there you have it, a little patch of ice with a friction coefficient low enough to impress a physicist.

It’s no surprise that we all dwell in the past a little. In fact, our current presence is always framed by some degree of reference to the past but I won’t get all philosophical on you.

If you have good exposure to the south this time of year it is easy to see Orion rise and take his ordained path westward across the sky on a clear night. Orion speaks boldly to the soul, always imparting wonderment and a bit of understanding without us really knowing if you know what I mean.