So sorry for the wait, but here are some photos from the last Pegasus. Unfortunately, my camera was broken at the show. A drag queen was going down, and I tried to help them from falling, but in the process dropped my camera. So this will be the last post until I find a replacement camera.
This last weekend the troops headed North about an hour to retreat to Evan Drolet-Cook's beautiful cabin his father built in the 70s.
a lot of time was spent soaking up the warm sunshine though the window and watching movies by the fire. Here are some bundled cadets. Hidden within the trees is the cabin. Only once did I venture down to the lake because after the first day I started getting sick, but it was so beautiful! Here Sophie and Basil look epic in front of the sunset. Natalie and Dora took off across the river as soon as we got down there, and then came running back toward us exclaiming that Natalie nearly fell into the ice! She found a spring in the lake and luckily Dora pulled her away just as the ice broke. Evan brought his umbrella of course. Jake's a very quiet person, but super interesting once you get him to talk. He helped balance the weekend. Double sided fireplace is awesome. Evan taught Sophie, Claire and myself texas hold'em poker. It was very fun and after hours I won! In the morning I was still up for cards. But solitaire as others were wrapped up in Scrabble, which is not a favorite of mine. Claire is very dedicated to her words. Evan very dedicated to his reading. Basil and Jeffrey ringing in the day with a handshake and a screwdriver. (Anyone ringing in the day with Jeffrey would need a drink in hand) Evan reflecting into Seinfeld. Very fitting for the man who dreams about watching new Seinfeld episodes only to wake and realize he's fabricated them himself. And lastly, at Basil's request, a photo of him in my glasses.
Cabin time is so much fun, and just what I needed before starting my last semester at MCAD. I can't wait to visit this same spot when the snow has melted, I have a bachelor's degree, and the sun is warm enough to lay outside and ponder what to do with my life.
I have lived in Minneapolis for nearly 3 years now, but haven't spent much time in our twin city, St Paul. On a sunny Monday, Basil decided that he would take me on a tour of Saint Paul, his old stomping ground. An obvious beginning point, the Mississippi river.
Saint Paul has many more hills, and some very good lookouts. We then hitup the Basilica. It was still decorated for Christmas. Then we went to the Witches' Hat tower, which is supposed to be the inspiration for the Bob Dylan song, "All Along the Watchtower." The moon was out early, and lent itself to a nice shot.
I like how spread out Saint Paul is, but still prefer my home, Minneapolis.
Next to blog: Wintery Cabin weekend with the crew.
I confess my love of NYTIMES slideshows. With continuously astounding photography of history, architecture, fashion, culture, and pop culture, this is my favorite online indulgence.
TV on turning table carpeted stadium seating melted gold mermaid bathrooms cold French decor: bust of a young lad dreamland and future goals International Debutante Ball at the Waldorf-Historia Solitude of the New Year plays camera tricks