A couple weeks ago, I spent five days in Minnesota visiting my grandmother, aunt, and cousin near the Twin Cities. I’m embarrassed to admit that I only took about six pictures during this whole trip, and none of them really have any people in them. Blogger failure!
I’ve always been bad about taking people photos, candid or posed, and this visit was no exception. I remembered my camera during an afternoon at Minneapolis’s Walker Art Center, where I thought it would be neat to create a piece titled “Grandma with her walker at the Walker”, but my artistic ambitions didn’t pan out. I did get some shots of the art in the conservatory, however.
I spent Labor Day at the Great Minnesota State Fair, where my aunt and I looked at arts and crafts while my cousin played midway games with his friend and we all ate something-on-a-stick (corndogs for them, felafel for me, though if I had waited, I could have tried the “Ole & Lena’s Hotdish on a Stick”); my aunt and I honored midwestern tradition with the lefse and lingonberry jam, my cousin with the cheese curds. I probably should have gotten pictures of my cousin and his friend at the all-you-can-drink-for-a-dollar milk tasting stand, or the sows and piglets at the Miracle of Birth building– but the day was stormy, the light poor for photos, and it slipped my mind.
Besides our trip to the Walker, my grandma and I got out to the Minnesota Landscape Arboretum (another photo of art below), ran some shopping errands, participated in chair aerobics at her facility, and just spent time talking and knitting together (actually, she has decided her knitting days are over, and ripped out a project she had started while I was finishing up a sock I was working on).
It was a nice visit, and made me wish I lived closer and could visit my family here more often. Maybe someday I will be able to. At the very least, I’ll take more photos on my next visit so I can better remember the good times.