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Wednesday, February 3, 2016

IF ANDY WARHOL HAD BEEN A NORTHLANDER


I SHOT AN ARROW INTO THE AIR...
TRUSTY AXE



AH, THIS IS THE LIFE...


THE ONE THAT DIDN'T GET AWAY
BUT WHAT IS IT?


Wednesday, 7:30 AM,  20.5 degrees F at the ferry dock, 17 on the back porch.  Wind NNW, very strong and gusty.  The sky is overcast, with thick, low black clouds.  It has just stopped snowing.  The humidity is 89% and the barometer is at 29.0 and rising.
   The snow; fine, needle-sharp pellets, is swirling off the roof and around the house, trying to find a crack in our defenses.  Last night's blizzard left us between five and six inches of snow, and it was for sure nothing to be out and about in.  Buddy and I are hesitating to enter its realm even now.  It is a dark morning except for the brilliant white of the new snow, which contrasts starkly with the black clouds enveloping, or actually emanating from,  the channel.  Madeline Island is still only a dismal blob on the eastern horizon. We will have to go out eventually, as Buddy has an appointment at the vet to get his rabies shot updated, and we have a lot of other errands to run.  
   Joan had an eye doctor appointment in Duluth yesterday, so we checked on the roadside sculptures which have been appearing just east of Brule on Hwy. 13, and sure enough, a nice catch was dangling from the line of the rod and reel.  
   The fish is a very good addition, but it seems to be a hybrid species.  Maybe a cross between a walleye and a northern pike.  Or maybe a little artistic license was taken.  In any case, the artwork is very realistic and fun to view. 
   The whole display could be something by the late contemporary artist Andy Warhol, if he had been a Northlander.
  

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