Out of Body

A couple weeks ago Jace and I drove to Wisconsin and passed through Indiana.  

To me Indiana means Windmills.

We drove back home at night, and I had another first.  These windmills

flash red lights.  All around you as far as the eye can see red lights 

blinking in perfect synchronization.  I think I had been dozing 

(I was a passenger)  and waking up to see the pulse of red lights.

Ebe found them unsettling.

Three Brothers

There is a restuarant in Milwaukee that I visit every time I am in town. 

I have had some of my favorite meals here at Three Brothers.

 The Russian potato salad in the middle of the plate is delicious.

 Jace got the Burek, a beef filled pastry.
I have no words.

Schnitzel and potato dumplings.

 

Lovely time as always.

Talk of the Town

 Local Antique shop painting.

 Neighbor's Yard

 Normal playground...except; what's that for?

This is the most fun.

Part of the process

It seems like all projects move in fits and starts.  Before the move I was in the failure trough, 

and now I am riding a success wave.