Rebecca Cuningham

Too Much Time on His Hands

We stopped at a gas station halfway between Duluth and Minneapolis on the way home (see Tuesday for the Duluth story). After our pit stop, there was a car parked by the front door that caught my eye. As I took photos, the owner walked out with his drink and chips. I complimented him on […]

Gardening, Nature, photography

Whatsoever is Lovely: Pitcher Plants & Orchids

Yes, you guessed correctly. Monday afternoon my friend and I walked again at the Bolz Conservatory at Olbrich Gardens. The warm temperatures, the flowers, the birdies, and particularly the sun coming through the glass enclosure made us happy. I think we’re going to make it through January! What gets you through January? ¡Olé! –Rebecca Theme […]

bilingual, En español, writing

The View from Up North

I returned last night from a funeral in Minnesota. A week ago my dad’s sister’s husband passed away at 93. At least 200 people attended Uncle Jim’s funeral. He and my aunt were married 62 years and they socialized playing tennis, dancing and while attending their church. My favorite memory of my uncle is from […]

Art, Nature, photography

Sacred Circle, Tree Rings and Eye

I am Minneapolis as the halfway point to my trip to Duluth for my uncle’s funeral tomorrow. After sitting all day riding the bus here I wanted to stretch my legs. I hiked upstairs in the building where my parents have their flat and saw this cool artwork. It is a collage piece that evokes […]

Nature, photography

Skating on Thin Ice at 3C

January can be our best month for lake ice so thick you can stand on it. The first month of the year we often have sub-zero temperatures, down to -20C. The lake surfaces become ice over a foot thick. Experts say the ice must be at least 4″/10cm before it is safe to walk on. […]

Architecture, photography

Father-in-Law’s Memorial Saturday

Fifteen months ago, during the height of Covid, my father-in-law passed away. Thirteen family members gathered online yesterday to tell stories and remember the good in Gene. I read a poem I wrote about the man who fathered my dear husband. Eugene Alan WedellArchitect; modern designUncompromising RomanticMarried only Paris-born Jewish abstract artist’s daughtersPhotographer focused clearly […]