<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:59:15.443-06:00</updated><category term='Basketball'/><category term='Chautauqua'/><category term='Christmas Tree'/><category term='Small Town Art'/><category term='UNI'/><category term='Kansas'/><category term='Woodbury County'/><category term='Sac City'/><category term='Iowa'/><category term='Upset'/><category term='Removing Tree'/><category term='Ames High School'/><category term='Courthouse'/><category term='Sioux City'/><category term='NCAA Tournament'/><title type='text'>Iowa Grasslands</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>175</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-2624642479029029619</id><published>2012-02-12T19:53:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T05:04:02.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's DIONNE -- Not Diane</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning to the tragic news of Whitney Houston's death.  Very sad.  I won't comment on that since it is the big story today.  And rightfully so.  She was a legend in her own time.  She will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately as I was listening to a young newscaster report the news, the 20 something person referred to Whitney Houston's cousin as DIANE Warwick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1xm9R5OSvo/Tzhv7RN69SI/AAAAAAAAL6g/5hfZM2XyQlw/s1600/Dionne%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1xm9R5OSvo/Tzhv7RN69SI/AAAAAAAAL6g/5hfZM2XyQlw/s400/Dionne%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708435591716861218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mispronounced the name of this music icon twice before I could hit the remote and shut it off.  It was worse than hearing fingernails on a chalkboard.  Just for the record - and as I am sure you know if you are an adult (meaning you are over 50) - the name is DIONNE Warwick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUmtW0maxKc/Tzhv3Iw7QaI/AAAAAAAAL6Q/a7booXb7D2s/s1600/Dionne%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUmtW0maxKc/Tzhv3Iw7QaI/AAAAAAAAL6Q/a7booXb7D2s/s400/Dionne%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708435520728285602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a young person, Dionne Warwick was bigger than big.  If it wasn't the Beatles or Simon and Garfunkle or the Rolling Stones it was DIONNE Warwick.  In fact, her work was so popular we could never get enough.  She worked with Burt Bacharach and Hal David - they wrote the music and she sang it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xq8qOM1Lbvw/Tzhv2zKtnuI/AAAAAAAAL6E/W2QUGp7upwU/s1600/Dionne%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xq8qOM1Lbvw/Tzhv2zKtnuI/AAAAAAAAL6E/W2QUGp7upwU/s400/Dionne%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708435514930863842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing Dionne Warwick on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. (I know, I know ... the person who mispronounced Dionne's name would have no idea who he is either and would probably call him Jimmy Carson.)  I remember how poised Dionne Warwick was.  She was elegant.  Regal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh .... here's a picture of Johnny Carson with his long time announcer, Ed McMahon.  Johnny's the one behind the desk.  He was on TV for over 30 years.  (Good thing the kid did not try to pronounce Ed McMahon's name  ... she would not have even gotten close.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDXlvfSltOU/TzhzIrMMmlI/AAAAAAAAL6s/5gfVkVcUHK0/s1600/Dionne%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IDXlvfSltOU/TzhzIrMMmlI/AAAAAAAAL6s/5gfVkVcUHK0/s400/Dionne%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708439120562133586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will never be another Dionne Warwick.  She turned what would have been an otherwise good song into something special.  As with a lot of things in life, you sort of had to be there to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pPWkR3BIhwk/Tzhv26t-0aI/AAAAAAAAL58/X4wwKdJvz6o/s1600/Dionne%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pPWkR3BIhwk/Tzhv26t-0aI/AAAAAAAAL58/X4wwKdJvz6o/s400/Dionne%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708435516957839778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the benefit of the person who has no idea who DIONNE Warwick is, here's a video of DIONNE Warwick performing at the American Music Awards in the 1990s.  She is singing a song called &lt;em&gt;I Know I'll Never Love This Way Again&lt;/em&gt;.  She won a grammy for Best Female Vocal in 1980 for this song.  The man playing the piano and singing with her is Barry Manlow.  He produced the song but he did not write it.  However, he has written and sung many famous songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though DIONNE Warwick was most popular during the 1960s, she still retained her incredible voice 30 years later as you can see in this video.  My guess is she can still sing pretty damn good today, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chevy Chase introduces DIONNE Warwick and perhaps the person who mispronounced her name will have a chance to hear how the name is supposed to be pronounced.  But, to be honest, it doesn't make any difference since even if Dionne Warwick's name is mispronounced, people who count still know who she is as she is unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l2z-oMHKxpM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-2624642479029029619?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/2624642479029029619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=2624642479029029619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/2624642479029029619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/2624642479029029619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-dionne-not-diane.html' title='It&apos;s DIONNE -- Not Diane'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t1xm9R5OSvo/Tzhv7RN69SI/AAAAAAAAL6g/5hfZM2XyQlw/s72-c/Dionne%2B%25231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-4424764492958173774</id><published>2012-02-10T06:55:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T08:03:34.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Role Models</title><content type='html'>The other day I was in a store and saw a magazine with a picture of a Cessna airplane on it. As I will be actually getting on an airplane next week - for the first time in 10 years - I am sort of noticing things like that. In any event, seeing the Cessna I immediately thought of one of my favorite TV shows - Sky King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdZ7xQEY1bE/TzUUSsZKgnI/AAAAAAAAL5M/ewqBIto_NH8/s1600/Sky%2BKing%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdZ7xQEY1bE/TzUUSsZKgnI/AAAAAAAAL5M/ewqBIto_NH8/s400/Sky%2BKing%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707490414148878962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always liked watching the grand adventures of Sky King and his niece Penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hEjMWoq5NIk/TzUURlTeLwI/AAAAAAAAL4w/r4P6rkBdTpI/s1600/Sky%2BKing%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hEjMWoq5NIk/TzUURlTeLwI/AAAAAAAAL4w/r4P6rkBdTpI/s400/Sky%2BKing%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707490395066085122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a life they lived! I was just some kid on a farm doing chores and living a most boring life. But these people were flying around in an airplane catching criminals or finding people who were lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gx3o82kKxk8/TzUURpfSBtI/AAAAAAAAL4k/R_y-w8N6zdM/s1600/Sky%2BKing%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gx3o82kKxk8/TzUURpfSBtI/AAAAAAAAL4k/R_y-w8N6zdM/s400/Sky%2BKing%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707490396189361874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody always looked so .... happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOg-TEJZTRs/TzUVdHnvXII/AAAAAAAAL5Y/llaOMQ-j7Mg/s1600/Sky%2BKing%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOg-TEJZTRs/TzUVdHnvXII/AAAAAAAAL5Y/llaOMQ-j7Mg/s400/Sky%2BKing%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707491692768091266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were other heroes to watch, too. The Lone Ranger always fascinated me. The idea of doing all sorts of wonderful things for so many people but no one knowing who you were seemed quite mysterious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HtP3w5rEHWs/TzUURau7LoI/AAAAAAAAL4c/VAek1vsO2Po/s1600/Sky%2BKing%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HtP3w5rEHWs/TzUURau7LoI/AAAAAAAAL4c/VAek1vsO2Po/s400/Sky%2BKing%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707490392228441730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend as a child always pretended he was Roy Rogers. I never cared much for Roy Rogers as I thought he was too much of a sissy. I am sure he was not but he always sang songs with Dale Evans and just seemed too ... clean cut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-656hRZt4ka8/TzUUBiq0rWI/AAAAAAAAL4I/myvhoKJcGQk/s1600/Sky%2BKing%2B%25237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-656hRZt4ka8/TzUUBiq0rWI/AAAAAAAAL4I/myvhoKJcGQk/s400/Sky%2BKing%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707490119480814946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be Marshall Dillon. I liked him much better as he was tough and strong and never sang songs and drank whiskey in a bar. Roy Rogers was very nice but when I grew up I hoped to be just like Matt Dillon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ui-oDmHrbUo/TzUUBby32FI/AAAAAAAAL34/sBEwcHcmL0o/s1600/Sky%2BKing%2B%25238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ui-oDmHrbUo/TzUUBby32FI/AAAAAAAAL34/sBEwcHcmL0o/s400/Sky%2BKing%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707490117635528786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to wear a gun on my hip and walk down the dusty Main Street making sure the bad guys went to jail. No songs for me, thank you very much. Or silly clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgQaYEMGAMA/TzUUBGeaxKI/AAAAAAAAL3w/WpX3kKBtYYo/s1600/Sky%2BKing%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgQaYEMGAMA/TzUUBGeaxKI/AAAAAAAAL3w/WpX3kKBtYYo/s400/Sky%2BKing%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707490111912592546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could not be Matt Dillon, well, I guess I could grow up to be like Ben Cartwright. He had three sons and they were all good men but could handle themselves in a fight. And they always did the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpvNz_DuAl8/TzUUArCmAII/AAAAAAAAL3Y/2O-huMTb3yU/s1600/Sky%2BKing%2B%252311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GpvNz_DuAl8/TzUUArCmAII/AAAAAAAAL3Y/2O-huMTb3yU/s400/Sky%2BKing%2B%252311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707490104548130946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir. Matt Dillon. Ben Cartwright. Sky King. The Lone Ranger. Even Roy Rogers. These were role models who I looked up to and respected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-acch3ciLcgU/TzUUA5sbHII/AAAAAAAAL3k/1WG4ttdt9b4/s1600/Sky%2BKing%2B%252310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-acch3ciLcgU/TzUUA5sbHII/AAAAAAAAL3k/1WG4ttdt9b4/s400/Sky%2BKing%2B%252310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707490108481674370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't comment on children's role models today as I do not know what children watch on TV or who their heroes are. I only hope the ones today are at least half the men and women we got to watch when we were kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every generation has their own role models. I am glad I had the ones I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-4424764492958173774?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/4424764492958173774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=4424764492958173774&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4424764492958173774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4424764492958173774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2012/02/childhood-role-models.html' title='Childhood Role Models'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdZ7xQEY1bE/TzUUSsZKgnI/AAAAAAAAL5M/ewqBIto_NH8/s72-c/Sky%2BKing%2B%25231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-7070203433213044881</id><published>2012-01-31T16:04:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T15:54:54.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying People</title><content type='html'>Is it just me? Or do other people get tired of the annoying (to be polite) things some people do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was driving to work. It was still dark. And a car came up on me with no lights. He got right up on my bumper even though I was going the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fT9W_suFlCs/TyhllK6j1RI/AAAAAAAAL1I/F4GFeWeBHWQ/s1600/Stupid%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fT9W_suFlCs/TyhllK6j1RI/AAAAAAAAL1I/F4GFeWeBHWQ/s400/Stupid%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703920617324270866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was talking on a cell phone. And drinking coffee. And probably texting.  Oh, did I mention he was tailgating me? Oh, yes, I did.  I really thought he was going to be in my back seat before he passed me and start harassing another driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jr2gYge_NnY/TyiE2BxxfNI/AAAAAAAAL2E/upJYwGjNB2U/s1600/Stupid%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jr2gYge_NnY/TyiE2BxxfNI/AAAAAAAAL2E/upJYwGjNB2U/s400/Stupid%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703954991789735122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I don't understand. Why do some people have to be human pack mules? I really don't care if they feel they have to haul every single thing they own with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do they have to nearly knock me down in a hall or on a sidewalk as I try to get out of their way? Or spread their junk all over my small space in a cafeteria or public area?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-904aO6lucnk/Tyhn4Bju8qI/AAAAAAAAL1g/FUHEMd9eDXs/s1600/Stupid%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-904aO6lucnk/Tyhn4Bju8qI/AAAAAAAAL1g/FUHEMd9eDXs/s400/Stupid%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703923140253381282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of work, why do some people feel the need to come to work when they are really sick or contagious? Often people will praise them for being such a trooper and so dedicated - as they go around making everyone in the office sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, I don't praise people for coming to work who are sick. In fact, I know I will be sick within a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sayMEKytxwc/TyiNoTumXBI/AAAAAAAAL20/orAPxQSwWTw/s1600/Stupid%2B%252310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sayMEKytxwc/TyiNoTumXBI/AAAAAAAAL20/orAPxQSwWTw/s400/Stupid%2B%252310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703964651694742546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when you go to the movie theatre, why does THIS person always have to sit right next to you? It will be halfway through the movie before he finally stops making all that noise -- unless he goes back for more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't people ever eat at home any more? I like to get popcorn and pop at the movie - but I don't need a tub of popcorn or a keg of soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZYed3QXYw8/TyiHyCOpsuI/AAAAAAAAL2Q/fd7YQauFIew/s1600/Stupid%2B%25237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ZYed3QXYw8/TyiHyCOpsuI/AAAAAAAAL2Q/fd7YQauFIew/s400/Stupid%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703958221726266082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I was in a nice clothing store. Very nice. I was looking for some dress shirts. Coming around a corner I literally ran into a woman carrying this in her arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CK1tm5pmCqc/TyiJ7OdUq4I/AAAAAAAAL2c/Vzzvh_6Yq9M/s1600/Stupid%2B%25238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CK1tm5pmCqc/TyiJ7OdUq4I/AAAAAAAAL2c/Vzzvh_6Yq9M/s400/Stupid%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703960578651106178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like dogs a lot. But I do not want to see them in a store or restaurant unless they are a service dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman was totally oblivious to other people as she lugged this poor dog all over the shopping mall. She could not have cared less that some people are allergic to dogs or that, well, they just don't want to be around a dog while shopping in a store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that REALLY annoys me are people who use a restroom and do not wash their hands.  Can you say GROSS and DISGUSTING???!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXc4eazlDlM/TysFeoU8hFI/AAAAAAAAL3M/i6xyYwM7s3A/s1600/Annoying%2B%25231.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cXc4eazlDlM/TysFeoU8hFI/AAAAAAAAL3M/i6xyYwM7s3A/s400/Annoying%2B%25231.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704659376774349906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today I saw a teacher in the restroom and he walked out without washing his hands.  He had a stack of handouts he was going to hand out to his students.  I was astounded this guy could be so .... gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't people be more like this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJeQRqB-kz4/TyiLb2XHKBI/AAAAAAAAL2o/6Sho9bUvFQA/s1600/Stupid%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qJeQRqB-kz4/TyiLb2XHKBI/AAAAAAAAL2o/6Sho9bUvFQA/s400/Stupid%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703962238629914642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes ... this person indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2YmchQGNcc/TyiOz0cf2UI/AAAAAAAAL3A/qTdbV85qddc/s1600/Stupid%2B%252311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b2YmchQGNcc/TyiOz0cf2UI/AAAAAAAAL3A/qTdbV85qddc/s400/Stupid%2B%252311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703965948967377218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-7070203433213044881?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/7070203433213044881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=7070203433213044881&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7070203433213044881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7070203433213044881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2012/01/annoying-people.html' title='Annoying People'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fT9W_suFlCs/TyhllK6j1RI/AAAAAAAAL1I/F4GFeWeBHWQ/s72-c/Stupid%2B%25231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-2910504205005003250</id><published>2012-01-28T04:58:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T05:36:40.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Things</title><content type='html'>The other night I was flipping through TV channels. I stumbled across something called X Games. I think that means Extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw people riding snowmobiles. Sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3DVT9po_-U/TyPWzlRtKyI/AAAAAAAALz8/lgAKpwy3Qss/s1600/Extreme%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3DVT9po_-U/TyPWzlRtKyI/AAAAAAAALz8/lgAKpwy3Qss/s400/Extreme%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702637734849227554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These machines weigh over 500 lbs. Just for the record that's heavy. Especially when you drive one up a steep ramp and do a backwards flip with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTUvcBhPV-c/TyPXHZtSY9I/AAAAAAAAL0Q/3Jgu47jk_ms/s1600/Extreme%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zTUvcBhPV-c/TyPXHZtSY9I/AAAAAAAAL0Q/3Jgu47jk_ms/s400/Extreme%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702638075341071314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of flying through the air with (on?) one of these is mind boggling. Talk about an adrenaline (testosterone?) rush. I found the whole business fascinating - as long as I was watching and not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUTvZllFVM8/TyPXHIJ2lBI/AAAAAAAAL0I/WIrasugwejQ/s1600/Extreme%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jUTvZllFVM8/TyPXHIJ2lBI/AAAAAAAAL0I/WIrasugwejQ/s400/Extreme%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702638070629045266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me a bit of snowboarding. Another sport I have never done but always found fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SP2VoLKpm84/TyPWzY-NsCI/AAAAAAAALzs/xOKMaxyXivc/s1600/Extreme%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SP2VoLKpm84/TyPWzY-NsCI/AAAAAAAALzs/xOKMaxyXivc/s400/Extreme%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702637731546247202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, from a distance. If you are my age just watching something like this will cause you to feel pain the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46W_qjjzYtQ/TyPWzGDawbI/AAAAAAAALzk/BZPlEKllkyE/s1600/Extreme%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46W_qjjzYtQ/TyPWzGDawbI/AAAAAAAALzk/BZPlEKllkyE/s400/Extreme%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702637726467801522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I have always been fascinated by monster trucks. I have no idea why but they seem so .... extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l280IW1qnvc/TyPWy6eXWqI/AAAAAAAALzU/bnmXhiWzqdI/s1600/Extreme%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l280IW1qnvc/TyPWy6eXWqI/AAAAAAAALzU/bnmXhiWzqdI/s400/Extreme%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702637723359599266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be fun to drive to work in one of these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOEFYU_C8Jk/TyPWyrWMfuI/AAAAAAAALzM/Z5NR_e9xbLQ/s1600/Extreme%2B%25237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uOEFYU_C8Jk/TyPWyrWMfuI/AAAAAAAALzM/Z5NR_e9xbLQ/s400/Extreme%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702637719298801378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the Midwest tractor pulls are popular. They used to always involve just regular tractors that guys used on the farm and brought to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pN0LXlXs8M/TyPb7BzBAGI/AAAAAAAAL0g/5MC4xC4mY3g/s1600/Extreme%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--pN0LXlXs8M/TyPb7BzBAGI/AAAAAAAAL0g/5MC4xC4mY3g/s400/Extreme%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702643360322355298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course today things have gotten a bit more ... extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mO64gieL1CA/TyPcneLlHMI/AAAAAAAAL0s/TE5LCLbkI18/s1600/Extreme%2B%252310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mO64gieL1CA/TyPcneLlHMI/AAAAAAAAL0s/TE5LCLbkI18/s400/Extreme%2B%252310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702644123855822018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even more .... extremely ... extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMumLM5De8E/TyPdTJnOqQI/AAAAAAAAL04/kBLiFm3HkDM/s1600/Extreme%2B%252311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMumLM5De8E/TyPdTJnOqQI/AAAAAAAAL04/kBLiFm3HkDM/s400/Extreme%2B%252311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702644874248890626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can just find my remote control - sometimes an extreme feat in and of itself - I can sit here and watch people doing extreme things in my extremely less than extreme life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-2910504205005003250?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/2910504205005003250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=2910504205005003250&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/2910504205005003250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/2910504205005003250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2012/01/extreme-things.html' title='Extreme Things'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q3DVT9po_-U/TyPWzlRtKyI/AAAAAAAALz8/lgAKpwy3Qss/s72-c/Extreme%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-5207074778020250021</id><published>2012-01-25T17:08:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T17:53:25.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus Elephants</title><content type='html'>Forgive me if I take a few moments to talk American politics. But after watching the recent rounds of Republican debates, well ... I can't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newt Gingrich is fond of stating he wants to engage President Obama in a series of Lincoln Douglas debates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RADqoHBRi0k/TyCLpKfDtwI/AAAAAAAALx8/x76kiiHdM5I/s1600/Debate%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RADqoHBRi0k/TyCLpKfDtwI/AAAAAAAALx8/x76kiiHdM5I/s400/Debate%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701710667556566786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously Mr. Gingrich would assume the role of Stephen Douglas. Mr Douglas was a full foot shorter than Mr. Lincoln. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both men were lawyers and had been very successful. Mr. Douglas was considered to be a brilliant man and, in fact, he was. No question about that. So was Mr. Lincoln. They simply had different philosophies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-llRWsuMdE/TyCLo_5_vjI/AAAAAAAALx0/44ha2zFDc9A/s1600/Debate%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 393px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z-llRWsuMdE/TyCLo_5_vjI/AAAAAAAALx0/44ha2zFDc9A/s400/Debate%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701710664716762674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These debates were conducted in Illinois during the fall of 1858. Both men were running for the United States Senate. The state legislature - not the people - elected senators in those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44T2nZmjG3A/TyCNEvC1sUI/AAAAAAAALyM/b7kEt4TlxSY/s1600/Debate%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-44T2nZmjG3A/TyCNEvC1sUI/AAAAAAAALyM/b7kEt4TlxSY/s400/Debate%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701712240738414914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late 1850s the hot topic was slavery. Stephen Douglas argued that the states - not the federal government - should be allowed to decide the issue. Abraham Lincoln completely disagreed for a variety of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the Republican party advocates letting business take the lead in our society claiming that if business does well then so will the people.  And, of course, the federal government needs to stay out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HeB-WzZhhJg/TyCPhG-fmJI/AAAAAAAALyY/gV6RrK_T-5A/s1600/Debate%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HeB-WzZhhJg/TyCPhG-fmJI/AAAAAAAALyY/gV6RrK_T-5A/s400/Debate%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701714927222233234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Obama and the Democrats advocate for society as a whole - not for the wealthy few.  John F. Kennedy said during his inaugural address "that if a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2D_AVpcu5-0/TyCQboZ38PI/AAAAAAAALyk/zBmMsiYXygs/s1600/Debate%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2D_AVpcu5-0/TyCQboZ38PI/AAAAAAAALyk/zBmMsiYXygs/s400/Debate%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701715932627857650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not advocating that President Obama is John F. Kennedy. But I do believe that the ideals of the Democratic party are much more aligned with my beliefs than those of the Republicans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mitt Romney talks about how successful he is and Newt Gingrich espouses about what a great historian he is and Ron Santorum talks about how he is not like Mitt or Newt (and I am not really sure what Ron Paul is talking about though he seems like a nice guy), I find myself uncomfortable with all of them and their philosophies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LdvHWLn39U4/TyCRW0pUQSI/AAAAAAAALyw/X3-hW-LGh7A/s1600/Debate%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LdvHWLn39U4/TyCRW0pUQSI/AAAAAAAALyw/X3-hW-LGh7A/s400/Debate%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701716949526135074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be entertaining to see Newt Gingrich debate Barrack Obama. But when the dust settles it won't make much difference if the Republicans run Gingrich or Romney or someone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As John Kennedy said during his 1960 campaign against Richard Nixon "the Republican party reminds me of a circus elephant: a head full of ivory; a long memory and no vision; and you have all seen circus elephants being led around the circus ring, they grab the tail of the elephant in front of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smFHOT68UPA/TyCSfZvf5lI/AAAAAAAALy8/64yhl8sxMVo/s1600/Debate%2B%25237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-smFHOT68UPA/TyCSfZvf5lI/AAAAAAAALy8/64yhl8sxMVo/s400/Debate%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701718196434757202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ... the Lincoln Douglas debates? I think you know that Mr. Douglas was elected to the Senate. And the majority of the people seemed to agree with his positions on such matters as slavery or, at least, states rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of makes you think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-5207074778020250021?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/5207074778020250021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=5207074778020250021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5207074778020250021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5207074778020250021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2012/01/circus-elephants.html' title='Circus Elephants'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RADqoHBRi0k/TyCLpKfDtwI/AAAAAAAALx8/x76kiiHdM5I/s72-c/Debate%2B%25231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-9030127831251278041</id><published>2012-01-22T06:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T10:41:20.005-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Des Moines Cold Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I took some pictures of downtown Des Moines a few days ago and posted them on my blog. Here are a few more. The temperature was in the single digits (I think it was 6 degrees F -- the would be about -15 C) but the windchill made it feel like it was 20 or 30 below.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are stark contrasts of the old and the new in downtown Des Moines. I suppose that is common to most downtown areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmBrM_xsQRM/TxwG45vW43I/AAAAAAAALwA/vDbg44IjoW8/s1600/DSM%2B%25232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmBrM_xsQRM/TxwG45vW43I/AAAAAAAALwA/vDbg44IjoW8/s400/DSM%2B%25232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700438802986099570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THAT is creative advertising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KiLNZBgiI/TxwG4qrjBEI/AAAAAAAALvs/oqs7Aqw4Oe0/s1600/DSM%2B%25233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O2KiLNZBgiI/TxwG4qrjBEI/AAAAAAAALvs/oqs7Aqw4Oe0/s400/DSM%2B%25233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700438798943585346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old courthouse is located in downtown Des Moines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_SjCNt1dAw/TxwGq3jZKLI/AAAAAAAALvY/U_wArMfCUC4/s1600/DSM%2B%25235%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1_SjCNt1dAw/TxwGq3jZKLI/AAAAAAAALvY/U_wArMfCUC4/s400/DSM%2B%25235%2B%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700438561880877234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course where there is a courthouse, you will see businesses like this. You have your choice of several in this part of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BAx8yjdbWIQ/TxwG4sN99RI/AAAAAAAALvk/Dz5qc_carIc/s1600/DSM%2B%25234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BAx8yjdbWIQ/TxwG4sN99RI/AAAAAAAALvk/Dz5qc_carIc/s400/DSM%2B%25234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700438799356392722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the building with the bail bonds business. It is an old hotel. Notice the American flag at the top. I liked the fire escape stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tbprp-cA_XA/TxwGqRchV4I/AAAAAAAALvM/Vt2Dyq5F_RY/s1600/DSM%2B%25236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tbprp-cA_XA/TxwGqRchV4I/AAAAAAAALvM/Vt2Dyq5F_RY/s400/DSM%2B%25236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700438551651506050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Iowa caucuses, MSNBC did much of its broadcasting from a coffee house called Java Joes. It is located within a block of the courthouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OoobP6pv8OM/TxwOFgiLDUI/AAAAAAAALxc/lSEU8W0SisE/s1600/DSM%2B%25238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OoobP6pv8OM/TxwOFgiLDUI/AAAAAAAALxc/lSEU8W0SisE/s400/DSM%2B%25238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700446716139605314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the entrance to Java Joes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5AAZoU1TEVc/TxwNooMc7PI/AAAAAAAALxE/MclqNV2FibU/s1600/DSM%2B%252312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5AAZoU1TEVc/TxwNooMc7PI/AAAAAAAALxE/MclqNV2FibU/s400/DSM%2B%252312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700446219979779314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right above the entrance in a second floor window you see this painting. I found it rather whimsical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tXwVVttLCHQ/TxwNo6PTZ3I/AAAAAAAALxM/3VufnSodDlM/s1600/DSM%2B%252313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tXwVVttLCHQ/TxwNo6PTZ3I/AAAAAAAALxM/3VufnSodDlM/s400/DSM%2B%252313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700446224823576434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a restaurant that serves authentic English meals and drinks. It is located next to Java Joes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lsk7e6NnOMY/TxwGpjuknPI/AAAAAAAALuo/RAzXPEOyAIc/s1600/DSM%2B%25239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lsk7e6NnOMY/TxwGpjuknPI/AAAAAAAALuo/RAzXPEOyAIc/s400/DSM%2B%25239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700438539379186930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the Union Jack makes you feel like you are in England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m72Dv2fcXe4/TxwG5Adr0BI/AAAAAAAALwI/DauMPUEl_88/s1600/DSM%2B%25231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m72Dv2fcXe4/TxwG5Adr0BI/AAAAAAAALwI/DauMPUEl_88/s400/DSM%2B%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700438804791021586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people are beginning to live in downtown. There are some extremely expensive condominiums and lofts. I liked the railings next to these apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4pXBrETzns/TxwKTLNofTI/AAAAAAAALwU/K504VODstvk/s1600/DSM%2B%252310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q4pXBrETzns/TxwKTLNofTI/AAAAAAAALwU/K504VODstvk/s400/DSM%2B%252310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700442552887967026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought these bicycles were interesting. It would be hard to ride one on such a cold day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7f2jyJfHSU/TxwKTDDXCtI/AAAAAAAALwc/O_IhZ2EC_j0/s1600/DSM%2B%252311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F7f2jyJfHSU/TxwKTDDXCtI/AAAAAAAALwc/O_IhZ2EC_j0/s400/DSM%2B%252311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700442550697396946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not wait to get back in my car and turn on the heater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-9030127831251278041?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/9030127831251278041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=9030127831251278041&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/9030127831251278041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/9030127831251278041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2012/01/des-moines-cold-continued.html' title='Des Moines Cold Continued'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EmBrM_xsQRM/TxwG45vW43I/AAAAAAAALwA/vDbg44IjoW8/s72-c/DSM%2B%25232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-7528564511283192126</id><published>2012-01-20T16:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:12:35.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>I had to go into downtown Des Moines this morning.  My first stop was the county courthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akV295qx1dw/Txnhitm-CnI/AAAAAAAALuQ/tOirPM37vFw/s1600/Cold%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akV295qx1dw/Txnhitm-CnI/AAAAAAAALuQ/tOirPM37vFw/s400/Cold%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699834789888920178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely cold this morning.  I was almost surprised the flags could even move!  I thought they would be frozen solid.  Well, okay.  Probably not THAT cold but really, really cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWl3S6HTN1M/Txnhi8nncdI/AAAAAAAALuY/s5aogf81DfE/s1600/Cold%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWl3S6HTN1M/Txnhi8nncdI/AAAAAAAALuY/s5aogf81DfE/s400/Cold%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699834793918165458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this little sculpture of the children reading.  Even in the unbearable cold I stopped to look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_CAP8lhw60/TxnhiQWrt0I/AAAAAAAALuE/LHIPE8797qs/s1600/Cold%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E_CAP8lhw60/TxnhiQWrt0I/AAAAAAAALuE/LHIPE8797qs/s400/Cold%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699834782035982146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the federal courthouse.  It looked more foreboding than usual.  It is not an attractive building on the outside.  However, on the inside it has some beautiful woodwork.  You are not allowed to take pictures inside a federal courthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqbFfsIclBk/TxnhXwNIUWI/AAAAAAAALt4/h8DuYQ82MK0/s1600/Cold%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LqbFfsIclBk/TxnhXwNIUWI/AAAAAAAALt4/h8DuYQ82MK0/s400/Cold%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699834601607287138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the large black lanterns seemed frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cifJFowGCsA/TxnhXvfDiMI/AAAAAAAALts/H2c3Dgnu8eU/s1600/Cold%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cifJFowGCsA/TxnhXvfDiMI/AAAAAAAALts/H2c3Dgnu8eU/s400/Cold%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699834601414035650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking behind me I could see the tall Soldiers and Sailors monument on the capitol grounds.  You can see the ice on the street.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XmggDDPf84c/TxnhXb5dSjI/AAAAAAAALtY/odzwOl0y_QU/s1600/Cold%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XmggDDPf84c/TxnhXb5dSjI/AAAAAAAALtY/odzwOl0y_QU/s400/Cold%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699834596156066354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The capitol itself looked bleak on this day.  From this part of town, well ... things look a bit tough, especially in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KID0NSzQ0w/TxnhXHm_mlI/AAAAAAAALtI/Pc_Mo2kOkXE/s1600/Cold%2B%25238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KID0NSzQ0w/TxnhXHm_mlI/AAAAAAAALtI/Pc_Mo2kOkXE/s400/Cold%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699834590709914194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news was that we did not get snow here in Des Moines this morning as was predicted.  But it will arrive before too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-7528564511283192126?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/7528564511283192126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=7528564511283192126&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7528564511283192126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7528564511283192126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2012/01/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akV295qx1dw/Txnhitm-CnI/AAAAAAAALuQ/tOirPM37vFw/s72-c/Cold%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-5178597550020127678</id><published>2012-01-18T07:32:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T08:40:05.575-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joni Mitchell - Best Keeps Getting Better</title><content type='html'>The 4-H motto from my youth was "To make the best better." I never quite understood what that meant. Well, yes, I did, sort of, but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6EuIisr3no/TxbMXYNJVwI/AAAAAAAALrc/SGXCk_Isllk/s1600/Joni%2B%25231"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6EuIisr3no/TxbMXYNJVwI/AAAAAAAALrc/SGXCk_Isllk/s400/Joni%2B%25231" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698967080490587906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of that when I was looking at some of the older videos of Joni Mitchell this past week. Most of us who are, shall we say, of age ... remember Joni Mitchell as one of the quintessential voices of the 60s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj0rLOV08nw/TxbOmVpdL4I/AAAAAAAALsg/LHP6o296Gx4/s1600/Joni%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vj0rLOV08nw/TxbOmVpdL4I/AAAAAAAALsg/LHP6o296Gx4/s400/Joni%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698969536525315970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years I have enjoyed a lot of artists. But I have never been as fascinated by any one particular artist more than Joni Mitchell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJH3PoJixEc/TxbOmIYLIRI/AAAAAAAALsY/qdR0W7WGFJk/s1600/Joni%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GJH3PoJixEc/TxbOmIYLIRI/AAAAAAAALsY/qdR0W7WGFJk/s400/Joni%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698969532963168530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess I don't know particulars - don't care really - but Joni Mitchell seems to have slipped in and out of what she calls self imposed exiles. I think I have read she did this to find some privacy and reconnect with people and feelings that are important. I would assume this is not uncommon for creative people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is an accomplished painter and, again, I assume she has used her time out of the spotlight to paint. This is a self portrait she did for her album &lt;em&gt;Both Sides Now&lt;/em&gt;. It is one of my favorite works - period. I love the feeling this painting conveys and its irreverence. I mean, my God, no smoking in a bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7K1jySiJfo/TxbW1hqZ4MI/AAAAAAAALs8/65ua0X4bqlQ/s1600/Joni%2B%25238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a7K1jySiJfo/TxbW1hqZ4MI/AAAAAAAALs8/65ua0X4bqlQ/s400/Joni%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698978593541578946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though as much as I love Joni Mitchell's early work, I am even more captivated by her more recent work. In 1998 she performed a concert on a small stage on a Warner Brothers lot in Los Angeles. This performance is available on a DVD entitled &lt;em&gt;Painting with Words and Music&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYFA-Gjfads/TxbTTrLDfHI/AAAAAAAALsw/E6I19bZ-Go8/s1600/Joni%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LYFA-Gjfads/TxbTTrLDfHI/AAAAAAAALsw/E6I19bZ-Go8/s400/Joni%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698974713444007026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song from that performance is a jazzy version of her &lt;em&gt;Big Yellow Taxi&lt;/em&gt;. She even does a perfect Bob Dylan impersonation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More recently I heard Joni Mitchell do a new version of &lt;em&gt;Both Sides Now&lt;/em&gt;. Unlike the original version, the new rendition is very slow and turns the classic into a jazz ballad that is truly unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joni Mitchell has finally made me realize what the 4-H motto means. She truly does make the best better. Much, much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the &lt;em&gt;Big Yellow Taxi &lt;/em&gt;as performed in 1998 by Joni Mitchell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7agB7jriyUU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-5178597550020127678?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/5178597550020127678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=5178597550020127678&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5178597550020127678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5178597550020127678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2012/01/joni-mitchell-best-keeps-getting-better.html' title='Joni Mitchell - Best Keeps Getting Better'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6EuIisr3no/TxbMXYNJVwI/AAAAAAAALrc/SGXCk_Isllk/s72-c/Joni%2B%25231' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-4453465585374328753</id><published>2012-01-16T17:08:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:55:42.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Recluse</title><content type='html'>I was in a grocery store today waiting in line. The woman in front of me was paying for her groceries with one of these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tWGvBvNpnIc/TxSv_2sgbcI/AAAAAAAALqE/iGO44w_FesU/s1600/Facebook%2B%25237.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tWGvBvNpnIc/TxSv_2sgbcI/AAAAAAAALqE/iGO44w_FesU/s400/Facebook%2B%25237.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698372940079328706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit miffed I had to wait while she wrote out a check and entered the payee's name, check number and amount in her register. I always pay for things with one of these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtgkODUcDY4/TxSwuFJr5mI/AAAAAAAALqU/9N1rY10ne_k/s1600/Facebook%2B%25238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtgkODUcDY4/TxSwuFJr5mI/AAAAAAAALqU/9N1rY10ne_k/s400/Facebook%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698373734233794146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought about all the things I do NOT do that most people DO do. For example, I do not do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cgX-73VY9fw/TxSuGWJi-wI/AAAAAAAALpA/yBt-8hI6fjo/s1600/Facebook%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 366px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cgX-73VY9fw/TxSuGWJi-wI/AAAAAAAALpA/yBt-8hI6fjo/s400/Facebook%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698370852578589442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I do not do is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TvK0kdtsPMs/TxSuGzq9BII/AAAAAAAALpo/C2rpnfT6EZI/s1600/Facebook%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TvK0kdtsPMs/TxSuGzq9BII/AAAAAAAALpo/C2rpnfT6EZI/s400/Facebook%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698370860503336066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if I did I could enter up to 140 characters and enlighten the world with such things as "going downstairs to do laundry" or "thought Ricky G was funny on the People's Choice Awards." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to Tweet or squeak or squawk or whatever it is called, I would need a phone that looks more like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Wn3RoBO2zk/TxSuHIBtg4I/AAAAAAAALpw/21qVr0ZNwoA/s1600/Facebook%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Wn3RoBO2zk/TxSuHIBtg4I/AAAAAAAALpw/21qVr0ZNwoA/s400/Facebook%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698370865967498114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone looks more like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pdmqJwvljD4/TxSv_5mR1AI/AAAAAAAALp8/1Ru1aSF2YT4/s1600/Facebook%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pdmqJwvljD4/TxSv_5mR1AI/AAAAAAAALp8/1Ru1aSF2YT4/s400/Facebook%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698372940858512386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't get me wrong. I think technology is great. And I do plan to join the rest of the world one of these days. Or months. Or years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I will be doing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zpt19cwB84U/TxS1S3LmxBI/AAAAAAAALq4/oB60ltVhNGw/s1600/Facebook%2B%252311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zpt19cwB84U/TxS1S3LmxBI/AAAAAAAALq4/oB60ltVhNGw/s400/Facebook%2B%252311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698378764185420818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rather than reading one of my favorite books like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fnry0VTp0mQ/TxS0PeT2qWI/AAAAAAAALqg/kFKX9fhEKC0/s1600/Facebook%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fnry0VTp0mQ/TxS0PeT2qWI/AAAAAAAALqg/kFKX9fhEKC0/s400/Facebook%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698377606457895266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology is nice. But there are some things that are not so modern that I still like, too. For example, I still like to listen to these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vcM0lxUdPrQ/TxS2uKpBbfI/AAAAAAAALrQ/JbOZ4QrjPYU/s1600/Facebook%2B%252313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vcM0lxUdPrQ/TxS2uKpBbfI/AAAAAAAALrQ/JbOZ4QrjPYU/s400/Facebook%2B%252313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698380332777172466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on one of these (and I have one of these in my bedroom that I use a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2rLANCb_iU/TxS2Bg1PtAI/AAAAAAAALrE/aK1xBumnyIg/s1600/Facebook%2B%252312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r2rLANCb_iU/TxS2Bg1PtAI/AAAAAAAALrE/aK1xBumnyIg/s400/Facebook%2B%252312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698379565639906306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As with everything in life, you need to find a balance. The new, high tech gadgets are great. I love high definition TV and cell phones and .... but a beautifully leather bound book or the sounds of music coming from a record player are pretty nice, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-4453465585374328753?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/4453465585374328753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=4453465585374328753&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4453465585374328753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4453465585374328753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2012/01/confessions.html' title='Confessions of a Recluse'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tWGvBvNpnIc/TxSv_2sgbcI/AAAAAAAALqE/iGO44w_FesU/s72-c/Facebook%2B%25237.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-6716920747401077274</id><published>2012-01-10T17:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:24:15.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other day I was driving home. I have recently moved to a Des Moines surburb and live close to an open field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a8eHrATk6PA/TwzEv5J1MNI/AAAAAAAALoo/ngUi8eiQpyI/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a8eHrATk6PA/TwzEv5J1MNI/AAAAAAAALoo/ngUi8eiQpyI/s400/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696143955791786194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting close to my corner I noticed something was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iw_6uU5oUYc/TwzETc3bxqI/AAAAAAAALng/9hfIzWJPkPE/s1600/Build%2B%25236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iw_6uU5oUYc/TwzETc3bxqI/AAAAAAAALng/9hfIzWJPkPE/s400/Build%2B%25236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696143467162093218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were machines in the field. Those machines were not harvesting crops. They were taking down trees and moving the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMIovUHaDkE/TwzEvBWZBKI/AAAAAAAALoM/y4O2dic9fvc/s1600/Build%2B%25232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMIovUHaDkE/TwzEvBWZBKI/AAAAAAAALoM/y4O2dic9fvc/s400/Build%2B%25232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696143940812080290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had been a field of corn or beans last summer was being turned into a housing development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LfYD-RyYiI/TwzEu70iM_I/AAAAAAAALoE/sC8zk6XwvQA/s1600/Build%2B%25233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1LfYD-RyYiI/TwzEu70iM_I/AAAAAAAALoE/sC8zk6XwvQA/s400/Build%2B%25233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696143939327898610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is known as urban sprawl. Valuable farm land is even more valuable as housing lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zoLGV7bB0wI/TwzEUfe8S2I/AAAAAAAALn4/Ev7ZvB8roKI/s1600/Build%2B%25234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zoLGV7bB0wI/TwzEUfe8S2I/AAAAAAAALn4/Ev7ZvB8roKI/s400/Build%2B%25234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696143485044542306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved here this past summer I knew it was only a matter of time before the field close to me would be developed. I had hoped it would not be this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BT6iBcZnbW0/TwzET3lVV7I/AAAAAAAALnw/KTCSls-s55g/s1600/Build%2B%25235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BT6iBcZnbW0/TwzET3lVV7I/AAAAAAAALnw/KTCSls-s55g/s400/Build%2B%25235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696143474333931442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, the machines have completed their work. It only took a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CaIHfP2NBO8/TwzEvfavsUI/AAAAAAAALoc/QyBYQaX8SeI/s1600/Build%2B%25231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CaIHfP2NBO8/TwzEvfavsUI/AAAAAAAALoc/QyBYQaX8SeI/s400/Build%2B%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696143948883407170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of Joni Mitchell's song Big Yellow Taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took all the trees&lt;br /&gt;And put 'em in a tree museum&lt;br /&gt;And they charged the people&lt;br /&gt;A dollar and a half to seem 'em&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RY7-jiCkiZg/TwzES7vF24I/AAAAAAAALnI/8sy8gWtRZDw/s1600/Build%2B%25238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RY7-jiCkiZg/TwzES7vF24I/AAAAAAAALnI/8sy8gWtRZDw/s400/Build%2B%25238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696143458268732290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/94bdMSCdw20?version=3&amp;feature=player_detailpage"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/94bdMSCdw20?version=3&amp;feature=player_detailpage" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="360"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-6716920747401077274?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/6716920747401077274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=6716920747401077274&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6716920747401077274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6716920747401077274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2012/01/other-day-i-was-driving-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a8eHrATk6PA/TwzEv5J1MNI/AAAAAAAALoo/ngUi8eiQpyI/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-9048681666684469496</id><published>2011-12-31T19:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T19:49:30.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidential Campaign in Iowa</title><content type='html'>With only a few days before Iowa's first in the nation Presidential caucuses, it is hard to go very far in Iowa without seeing a candidate for President. This afternoon I was in Des Moines and spotted this bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iiIt8OieIW4/Tv-3CVa9wbI/AAAAAAAALlU/euczrTunsQg/s1600/Michele%2B%25231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iiIt8OieIW4/Tv-3CVa9wbI/AAAAAAAALlU/euczrTunsQg/s400/Michele%2B%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692469704757461426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michele Bachmann is a congresswoman from Minnesota. As I got a bit closer to her bus I could see it is the size of a Greyhound bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgYjONS25yo/Tv-3dclireI/AAAAAAAALlg/cpDNjnYSMg8/s1600/Michele%2B%25232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mgYjONS25yo/Tv-3dclireI/AAAAAAAALlg/cpDNjnYSMg8/s400/Michele%2B%25232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692470170537340386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The detail of the painting on the side of this bus is incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4xZTUeEdXiA/Tv-3dc-L7qI/AAAAAAAALlo/jdW_Hr3_K8Y/s1600/Michele%2B%25233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4xZTUeEdXiA/Tv-3dc-L7qI/AAAAAAAALlo/jdW_Hr3_K8Y/s400/Michele%2B%25233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692470170640707234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I was surprised that the license plate for the bus was from Montana. It makes no difference but it was the only thing on the bus that seemed out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wR_fixxVk74/Tv-3dsA_1QI/AAAAAAAALlw/1CP4QGM9G0Q/s1600/Michele%2B%25234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wR_fixxVk74/Tv-3dsA_1QI/AAAAAAAALlw/1CP4QGM9G0Q/s400/Michele%2B%25234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692470174679028994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not realize it until I got out of my car that I was standing in front of Michele Bachmann's Iowa headquarters. There were people from the media in front of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEHcRRd_d-0/Tv-4wURYRUI/AAAAAAAALmQ/TPYVFaRHmdo/s1600/Michele%2B%25236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FEHcRRd_d-0/Tv-4wURYRUI/AAAAAAAALmQ/TPYVFaRHmdo/s400/Michele%2B%25236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692471594234430786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the woman with the camera on the tripod if Representative Bachmann would be stepping out soon. She did not know. She had a heavy accent and I guessed she might have been from Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9PdrY1wLFQI/Tv-7P6xDklI/AAAAAAAALm0/CakIYsFnXLk/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9PdrY1wLFQI/Tv-7P6xDklI/AAAAAAAALm0/CakIYsFnXLk/s400/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692474336167039570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon cameras started flashing as these young campaign workers walked out.  I felt like something special was happening with all the excitement in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ul4GguNHzfE/Tv-4wdMb3wI/AAAAAAAALmY/V3X3WGcz0O4/s1600/Michele%2B%25237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ul4GguNHzfE/Tv-4wdMb3wI/AAAAAAAALmY/V3X3WGcz0O4/s400/Michele%2B%25237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692471596629614338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to our disappointment the candidate was not with them. Oh well ... I turned and saw this pickup that had been used on her 99 county tour across Iowa. Unlike the shiny bus, this truck looked pretty tired and beat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rP5G8QMnOQ/Tv-3dhUl3kI/AAAAAAAALmE/yB_mCjEMfJg/s1600/Michele%2B%25235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9rP5G8QMnOQ/Tv-3dhUl3kI/AAAAAAAALmE/yB_mCjEMfJg/s400/Michele%2B%25235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692470171808423490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything is relative. As I was walking back to my car I noticed across the way this sign for another candidate's Iowa headquarters .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qoyLjkzf34/Tv-4wmG8RJI/AAAAAAAALmk/FmrAR43Lco4/s1600/Michele%2B%25238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2qoyLjkzf34/Tv-4wmG8RJI/AAAAAAAALmk/FmrAR43Lco4/s400/Michele%2B%25238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692471599022490770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all the candidates the best of luck on Tuesday night. For the most part I do not agree with the Republican party views but I do respect all the candidates for their hard work and dedication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-9048681666684469496?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/9048681666684469496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=9048681666684469496&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/9048681666684469496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/9048681666684469496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/12/presidential-campaign-in-iowa.html' title='Presidential Campaign in Iowa'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iiIt8OieIW4/Tv-3CVa9wbI/AAAAAAAALlU/euczrTunsQg/s72-c/Michele%2B%25231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-3397439207434896874</id><published>2011-12-29T18:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T19:27:59.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk in the Park</title><content type='html'>It has been very warm here in Iowa recently. This picture was taken on December 28. The grass looks green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9sTsP51y3E/Tv0FBEN51KI/AAAAAAAALiI/_MqmtfQD0ko/s1600/Park%2B%25231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9sTsP51y3E/Tv0FBEN51KI/AAAAAAAALiI/_MqmtfQD0ko/s400/Park%2B%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691711019936240802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This park is located on the south side of Des Moines. It has a walking path that goes around a small lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFpFHmlR1xQ/Tv0LWI14nfI/AAAAAAAALiU/0y060XYZ_oo/s1600/Park%2B%252317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VFpFHmlR1xQ/Tv0LWI14nfI/AAAAAAAALiU/0y060XYZ_oo/s400/Park%2B%252317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691717979024694770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see downtown Des Moines as you walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Op5yAlFbOU4/Tv0MMiupYRI/AAAAAAAALi4/4Ni0N_awbqc/s1600/Park%2B%25232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Op5yAlFbOU4/Tv0MMiupYRI/AAAAAAAALi4/4Ni0N_awbqc/s400/Park%2B%25232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691718913686593810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a long walking bridge that is very popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEAiJDBXt8g/Tv0Ml26dTYI/AAAAAAAALjE/sSFDIQJ7z48/s1600/Park%2B%252314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NEAiJDBXt8g/Tv0Ml26dTYI/AAAAAAAALjE/sSFDIQJ7z48/s400/Park%2B%252314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691719348601572738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the bridge you see small metal memorials of people. Often there are small decorations on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bk2hA_ciF9s/Tv0TLmsRqdI/AAAAAAAALk8/ZEs0tRwcIto/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bk2hA_ciF9s/Tv0TLmsRqdI/AAAAAAAALk8/ZEs0tRwcIto/s400/048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691726594151918034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get closer to this one it is very beautiful, especially in the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKU6nsrMbog/Tv0NHdSctrI/AAAAAAAALjY/5Z2RXSn-6KI/s1600/Park%2B%25236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NKU6nsrMbog/Tv0NHdSctrI/AAAAAAAALjY/5Z2RXSn-6KI/s400/Park%2B%25236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691719925838427826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDboIHNauoY/Tv0NHG5Je6I/AAAAAAAALjQ/4FMkHflolkI/s1600/Park%2B%252312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oDboIHNauoY/Tv0NHG5Je6I/AAAAAAAALjQ/4FMkHflolkI/s400/Park%2B%252312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691719919826729890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an eagle fly across the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QM7urHXKxyM/Tv0NHmmGSSI/AAAAAAAALj8/_tMkN3Oou1A/s1600/Park%2B%252318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QM7urHXKxyM/Tv0NHmmGSSI/AAAAAAAALj8/_tMkN3Oou1A/s400/Park%2B%252318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691719928336763170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He landed in this tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shccW7aBQK4/Tv0NHvCUpQI/AAAAAAAALjw/bL58DRKvgQE/s1600/Park%2B%252310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-shccW7aBQK4/Tv0NHvCUpQI/AAAAAAAALjw/bL58DRKvgQE/s400/Park%2B%252310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691719930602628354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this utility pole caught my attention. I liked seeing the crossing white jet trails above it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dIvR34eakso/Tv0NHdblbBI/AAAAAAAALjk/BK-c2UmwGqE/s1600/Park%2B%252315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dIvR34eakso/Tv0NHdblbBI/AAAAAAAALjk/BK-c2UmwGqE/s400/Park%2B%252315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691719925876747282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this blue bird house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPPvzwioxxc/Tv0PQd8iofI/AAAAAAAALkM/IPTVv24h5tY/s1600/Park%2B%252313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPPvzwioxxc/Tv0PQd8iofI/AAAAAAAALkM/IPTVv24h5tY/s400/Park%2B%252313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691722279657054706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see the state capitol building as I walked around the lake.  It is several miles away.  Because of the lay of the land it looks like there is nothing between this park and the capitol.  In reality there is a lot of housing and development.  But I like thinking it is just a big open field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SKz3xT62gLE/Tv0PQhqQorI/AAAAAAAALkg/OY8prygvKEc/s1600/Park%2B%25238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SKz3xT62gLE/Tv0PQhqQorI/AAAAAAAALkg/OY8prygvKEc/s400/Park%2B%25238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691722280654119602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was the downtown again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CP2Hr5wizR0/Tv0PQrEnNRI/AAAAAAAALkU/fMysciKZgzA/s1600/Park%2B%252311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CP2Hr5wizR0/Tv0PQrEnNRI/AAAAAAAALkU/fMysciKZgzA/s400/Park%2B%252311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691722283180569874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wqiPyo5G2zc/Tv0P482n7fI/AAAAAAAALkw/tcSjCOgY-Gc/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wqiPyo5G2zc/Tv0P482n7fI/AAAAAAAALkw/tcSjCOgY-Gc/s400/037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691722975148502514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-3397439207434896874?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/3397439207434896874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=3397439207434896874&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/3397439207434896874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/3397439207434896874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/12/walk-in-park.html' title='Walk in the Park'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R9sTsP51y3E/Tv0FBEN51KI/AAAAAAAALiI/_MqmtfQD0ko/s72-c/Park%2B%25231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-2576227071069061454</id><published>2011-12-28T09:31:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T10:18:50.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is ... Iowa?</title><content type='html'>Iowa is a state located in about the middle of the United States. The abbreviation for Iowa is IA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWGidrCVJWU/Tvs2gthPsrI/AAAAAAAALgE/GAGaNSDYVGg/s1600/Iowa%2B%25231.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWGidrCVJWU/Tvs2gthPsrI/AAAAAAAALgE/GAGaNSDYVGg/s400/Iowa%2B%25231.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691202489715503794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two major interstate highways are located in Iowa. Interstate 80 goes east and west. If you went on I-80 east you would wind up in New York City. If you went west you could end up in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interstate 35 goes from Minnesota to the tip of Texas. Des Moines, the capitol city, is located at the intersection if I-35 and I-80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VA2oHDetF7w/Tvs2g2mBkfI/AAAAAAAALgQ/bLOVt39NBzU/s1600/Iowa%2B%25232.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VA2oHDetF7w/Tvs2g2mBkfI/AAAAAAAALgQ/bLOVt39NBzU/s400/Iowa%2B%25232.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691202492151468530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iowa was settled by the French. The state flag is very similar to the French flag. However, the Iowa flag has a wider field of white than red and blue. The French flag has equal fields of red, white and blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qmQt-kEnyKk/Tvs7exJVHaI/AAAAAAAALhA/fU0gFYKu8sE/s1600/Iowa%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qmQt-kEnyKk/Tvs7exJVHaI/AAAAAAAALhA/fU0gFYKu8sE/s400/Iowa%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691207953887337890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iowa is known as a state that grows a lot of corn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rGwTESHZBDY/Tvs4C1grlhI/AAAAAAAALgc/vEnGDb3ZCl0/s1600/Iowa%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rGwTESHZBDY/Tvs4C1grlhI/AAAAAAAALgc/vEnGDb3ZCl0/s400/Iowa%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691204175487800850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pigs. In reality you don't see many pigs in Iowa since they are mostly raised in confinement facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8Mq2Lk9NpA/Tvs4C3yRPKI/AAAAAAAALgk/LnvNX7g4GW8/s1600/Iowa%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8Mq2Lk9NpA/Tvs4C3yRPKI/AAAAAAAALgk/LnvNX7g4GW8/s400/Iowa%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691204176098442402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iowa's most famous artist is Grant Wood. He painted American Gothic. You can still visit the house with that distinctive window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPgnTVVtg98/Tvs6TuHl-eI/AAAAAAAALg0/MmyJJ7hFSiM/s1600/Iowa%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UPgnTVVtg98/Tvs6TuHl-eI/AAAAAAAALg0/MmyJJ7hFSiM/s400/Iowa%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691206664584559074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few days Iowa will host the first in the nation caucuses. The Republican candidates for President are in the state right now along with media from across the country and world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgId3PE-pV4/Tvs8bV_fC5I/AAAAAAAALhY/KOLsv_cSX7s/s1600/Iowa%2B%25238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DgId3PE-pV4/Tvs8bV_fC5I/AAAAAAAALhY/KOLsv_cSX7s/s400/Iowa%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691208994570308498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The national news media picks spots that provide a nice back drop for their news. The state law library located inside the capitol building is perhaps the nicest venue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-01IFXxp0J_Y/Tvs8bNhZAnI/AAAAAAAALhM/bWq3eD5eVzE/s1600/Iowa%2B%25237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-01IFXxp0J_Y/Tvs8bNhZAnI/AAAAAAAALhM/bWq3eD5eVzE/s400/Iowa%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691208992296600178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iowa has a little more than 3 million people. It is about in the middle of the nation in terms of size and population. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IH_6Pi4RcAM/Tvs-4B4lx0I/AAAAAAAALhk/ACtUJfQgTi8/s1600/Iowa%2B%252310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IH_6Pi4RcAM/Tvs-4B4lx0I/AAAAAAAALhk/ACtUJfQgTi8/s400/Iowa%2B%252310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691211686412142402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never been to Iowa you might be surprised. Like any place it has good points and bad points. On balance it is a nice place to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-2576227071069061454?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/2576227071069061454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=2576227071069061454&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/2576227071069061454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/2576227071069061454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-iowa.html' title='What is ... Iowa?'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWGidrCVJWU/Tvs2gthPsrI/AAAAAAAALgE/GAGaNSDYVGg/s72-c/Iowa%2B%25231.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-7485135892234661235</id><published>2011-12-27T14:02:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T15:58:58.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Johanna!</title><content type='html'>It's December 27 and a few people want to wish you a Happy Birthday! This guy is especially fond of you. He says you made an unforgettable ... dish ... the last time he was in Vancouver. Oh, and the dinner you made for him later on was pretty good, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi93N-ptogQ/Tvo1B0J4ZaI/AAAAAAAALf4/OU4zi-FLSJY/s1600/Birthday%2B%252313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi93N-ptogQ/Tvo1B0J4ZaI/AAAAAAAALf4/OU4zi-FLSJY/s400/Birthday%2B%252313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690919384432272802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fellow wishes you Happy Birthday! too. Apparently a bit of an argument broke out between Mick and Keith several years ago while doing a show in Vancouver.  I heard there was a young woman in the front row they both asked out afterwards.  Mick was not too happy you didn't pick him but he says he is coming back to Vancouver again soon.  Just in case you change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kmdAMUaJyjc/Tvo1Bqry2xI/AAAAAAAALfs/OY4H11LOEgk/s1600/Birthday%2B%252312.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 344px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kmdAMUaJyjc/Tvo1Bqry2xI/AAAAAAAALfs/OY4H11LOEgk/s400/Birthday%2B%252312.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690919381890161426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill says Happy Birthday! He says the invitation to stay overnight in the Lincoln Bedroom at the White House is still open. He says President Obama won't mind if he invites a very special guest to stay overnight. This picture was taken while he was looking at you on his latest stop in Vancouver.  He seems to ... approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t81AwjRevWQ/Tvo1BWKxYpI/AAAAAAAALfk/sH6HHHBHp1w/s1600/Birthday%2B%252311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t81AwjRevWQ/Tvo1BWKxYpI/AAAAAAAALfk/sH6HHHBHp1w/s400/Birthday%2B%252311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690919376382943890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen has ordered that the day before your birthday always be a Canadian holiday. She is quite fond of you and is still upset with Charles for not marrying you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yL8a5CsI5yk/Tvo1BA-UNxI/AAAAAAAALfQ/4Gsh0HeB-YE/s1600/Birthday%2B%252310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yL8a5CsI5yk/Tvo1BA-UNxI/AAAAAAAALfQ/4Gsh0HeB-YE/s400/Birthday%2B%252310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690919370693555986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cary is trying to slip away for a bit to see you .... I heard he has a bottle of champagne for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTn1Uu7bM3c/Tvo1BGe-HHI/AAAAAAAALfI/ZV7kxCfq9Aw/s1600/Birthday%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LTn1Uu7bM3c/Tvo1BGe-HHI/AAAAAAAALfI/ZV7kxCfq9Aw/s400/Birthday%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690919372172696690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah wishes you a most Happy Birthday. She says she understands why Cary was dashing off to you.  She understands.  She always wanted to be just like you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ju5-Uv1xd0g/Tvozrlhne0I/AAAAAAAALe4/3mu1btkGnjc/s1600/Birthday%2B%25238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ju5-Uv1xd0g/Tvozrlhne0I/AAAAAAAALe4/3mu1btkGnjc/s400/Birthday%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690917903036545858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Marilyn can't wait to sing Happy Birthday just for you. She thinks you are fabbbbulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0CzuCjnHCLE/Tvozrkm_v7I/AAAAAAAALew/GrukU296K3I/s1600/Birthday%2B%25235.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0CzuCjnHCLE/Tvozrkm_v7I/AAAAAAAALew/GrukU296K3I/s400/Birthday%2B%25235.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690917902790672306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Johanna!! If you get a chance wish &lt;a href="http://majorityoftwo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Johanna &lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-7485135892234661235?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/7485135892234661235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=7485135892234661235&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7485135892234661235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7485135892234661235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-johanna.html' title='Happy Birthday Johanna!'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi93N-ptogQ/Tvo1B0J4ZaI/AAAAAAAALf4/OU4zi-FLSJY/s72-c/Birthday%2B%252313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-1798692743459963956</id><published>2011-12-23T06:31:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T20:14:21.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautful Christmas Song</title><content type='html'>There are many beautiful Christmas songs.  One of my favorites is &lt;em&gt;There is No Rose&lt;/em&gt;.  This was written in about 1420 and is a traditional English song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear this song on the radio or find it on CDs in stores.  It is never on the list of most popular Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Luther College Nordic Choir does a beautiful rendition of this work.  You can literally hear the angels singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlxHzFvU5TY/TvR7-fG6LOI/AAAAAAAALdc/DYekP4ai68w/s1600/Christmas%2BAngels%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlxHzFvU5TY/TvR7-fG6LOI/AAAAAAAALdc/DYekP4ai68w/s400/Christmas%2BAngels%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689308542708362466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never heard a song that captures the essence of Christmas better than this one.  Here are the words as they have been translated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no rose of such virtue&lt;br /&gt;As is the rose that bare Jesus;&lt;br /&gt;    Alleluia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in this rose contained was&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and earth in little space;&lt;br /&gt;    Res miranda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that rose we may well see&lt;br /&gt;That he is God in persons three,&lt;br /&gt;    Pari forma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angels sungen the shepherds to:&lt;br /&gt;Gloria in excelsis deo:&lt;br /&gt;    Gaudeamus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave we all this worldly mirth,&lt;br /&gt;And follow we this joyful birth&lt;br /&gt;    Transeamus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleluiah, res miranda,&lt;br /&gt;Pares forma, gaudeamus,&lt;br /&gt;    Transeamus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a most joyous Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ma9X1wbs3Ic?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ma9X1wbs3Ic?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-1798692743459963956?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/1798692743459963956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=1798692743459963956&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/1798692743459963956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/1798692743459963956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/12/beautful-christmas-song.html' title='Beautful Christmas Song'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qlxHzFvU5TY/TvR7-fG6LOI/AAAAAAAALdc/DYekP4ai68w/s72-c/Christmas%2BAngels%2B%25231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-6717887931194681372</id><published>2011-08-13T06:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T06:32:09.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Fine</title><content type='html'>Recently I watched the movie &lt;em&gt;Everybody's Fine&lt;/em&gt;. Robert De Niro plays a man who has recently lost his wife. His four children live in various parts of the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K20U8ElmkaI/TkZcDi4werI/AAAAAAAALcg/jzbCkyXz3io/s1600/Fine%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K20U8ElmkaI/TkZcDi4werI/AAAAAAAALcg/jzbCkyXz3io/s400/Fine%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640296799302351538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decides he wants them to all come home so they can spend a weekend together. However, one by one they call him and cancel. So he is alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7tgI915fnc/TkZbuKmluzI/AAAAAAAALcY/RYhYz1NF7pI/s1600/Fine%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y7tgI915fnc/TkZbuKmluzI/AAAAAAAALcY/RYhYz1NF7pI/s400/Fine%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640296432006445874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since they will not come to see him, he decides to go see them. He takes a Greyhound bus and Amtrak to go from his home to New York City, Chicago, the Pacific Northwest and Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMCHvh39ZKg/TkZbtQsoMmI/AAAAAAAALb4/LjkwCXU7NWY/s1600/Fine%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMCHvh39ZKg/TkZbtQsoMmI/AAAAAAAALb4/LjkwCXU7NWY/s400/Fine%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640296416462516834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His son plays in an orchestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIIXc4u6oIM/TkZcEZfx5yI/AAAAAAAALdA/mETaLgh0bUA/s1600/Fine%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIIXc4u6oIM/TkZcEZfx5yI/AAAAAAAALdA/mETaLgh0bUA/s400/Fine%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640296813961537314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of his daughters owns a high powered advertising agency in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5rZfh8ZALM/TkZbt2NHRpI/AAAAAAAALcQ/g92LfnY-4Fs/s1600/Fine%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5rZfh8ZALM/TkZbt2NHRpI/AAAAAAAALcQ/g92LfnY-4Fs/s400/Fine%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640296426530883218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another daughter works in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8cHEIRoy7A/TkZbtpkQLwI/AAAAAAAALcI/yplP8Ht7PG8/s1600/Fine%2B%25237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J8cHEIRoy7A/TkZbtpkQLwI/AAAAAAAALcI/yplP8Ht7PG8/s400/Fine%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640296423138275074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way he meets a variety of interesting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4OMlKf_Vn3E/TkZcEBelGtI/AAAAAAAALc4/yRlBZsNf3pk/s1600/Fine%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4OMlKf_Vn3E/TkZcEBelGtI/AAAAAAAALc4/yRlBZsNf3pk/s400/Fine%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640296807514053330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet he knows something is not quite right. Being a parent he can sense such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wu3qbAS_oOg/TkZbtQn3toI/AAAAAAAALcA/gdGJ4zK6gCc/s1600/Fine%2B%25238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wu3qbAS_oOg/TkZbtQn3toI/AAAAAAAALcA/gdGJ4zK6gCc/s400/Fine%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640296416442562178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say too much since I hope you will watch the movie if you have not seen it. I will say that it is a touching movie for any person who has a child who is not living close to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGAJt7FK_zk/TkZcD_3fWPI/AAAAAAAALcw/p-0Gevabhj4/s1600/Fine%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGAJt7FK_zk/TkZcD_3fWPI/AAAAAAAALcw/p-0Gevabhj4/s400/Fine%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640296807081662706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you only see your children a few times a year, well .... This movie captures that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul McCartney watched the movie and then wrote a song for it. Here it is. If you have a couple of minutes it is worth listening to and you can see some images from the movie, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DIgwLW0YlqA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-6717887931194681372?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/6717887931194681372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=6717887931194681372&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6717887931194681372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6717887931194681372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/08/everybodys-fine.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Fine'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K20U8ElmkaI/TkZcDi4werI/AAAAAAAALcg/jzbCkyXz3io/s72-c/Fine%2B%25234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-5499940495313199236</id><published>2011-08-01T06:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T07:21:14.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LaCrosse, Wisconsin</title><content type='html'>Recently I was in LaCrosse, Wisconsin. This town sits next to the Mississippi River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKi1u_z7i1M/TjaRckFR2qI/AAAAAAAALaA/fyLcnaHpS7I/s1600/LaCrosse%2B%25232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKi1u_z7i1M/TjaRckFR2qI/AAAAAAAALaA/fyLcnaHpS7I/s400/LaCrosse%2B%25232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635851903608937122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river is not nearly as wide as it gets farther downstream but it is a good size as it flows past LaCrosse. I really liked this sculpture of these two children and their Scotty dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMuzKT0GadU/TjaRcU424rI/AAAAAAAALZ4/3_mThT7x_Jg/s1600/LaCrosse%2B%25231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMuzKT0GadU/TjaRcU424rI/AAAAAAAALZ4/3_mThT7x_Jg/s400/LaCrosse%2B%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635851899530306226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look the other way you can see what they are excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuIL1o2o9zc/TjaTHcOPFLI/AAAAAAAALbI/r7YVUIWWypQ/s1600/LaCrosse%2B%252311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iuIL1o2o9zc/TjaTHcOPFLI/AAAAAAAALbI/r7YVUIWWypQ/s400/LaCrosse%2B%252311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635853739745023154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downtown area is along the river and consists of a large number of eclectic buildings. Many are older buildings that have been renovated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-KVSJrmxoU/TjaTIvnsGKI/AAAAAAAALbo/t5Wv16DDom0/s1600/LaCrosse%2B%252315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-KVSJrmxoU/TjaTIvnsGKI/AAAAAAAALbo/t5Wv16DDom0/s400/LaCrosse%2B%252315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635853762131925154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a lot of stone buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RK--BBXk0jw/TjaSFEAjr2I/AAAAAAAALa4/I7S4T_eG2KA/s1600/LaCrosse%2B%25239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RK--BBXk0jw/TjaSFEAjr2I/AAAAAAAALa4/I7S4T_eG2KA/s400/LaCrosse%2B%25239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635852599373836130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed with how neat and clean everything was that I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkHjWA0k8ZE/TjaRdAwAVGI/AAAAAAAALaQ/oOI8T13qS0s/s1600/LaCrosse%2B%25234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkHjWA0k8ZE/TjaRdAwAVGI/AAAAAAAALaQ/oOI8T13qS0s/s400/LaCrosse%2B%25234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635851911304336482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are lots of fun signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SS_qG0Azqu8/TjaTXUEGWLI/AAAAAAAALbw/W4GqgJXOiKc/s1600/LaCrosse%2B%252316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SS_qG0Azqu8/TjaTXUEGWLI/AAAAAAAALbw/W4GqgJXOiKc/s400/LaCrosse%2B%252316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635854012432930994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a gift shop called Cheddarheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--vWkz_HOuT0/TjaSFcNSzjI/AAAAAAAALbA/fbIDe8k2KyM/s1600/LaCrosse%2B%252310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--vWkz_HOuT0/TjaSFcNSzjI/AAAAAAAALbA/fbIDe8k2KyM/s400/LaCrosse%2B%252310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635852605869706802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one for a place called Coconut Joe's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dR9ldqG_iN8/TjaSEvF7y5I/AAAAAAAALag/d_kPsm6iuRs/s1600/LaCrosse%2B%25236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dR9ldqG_iN8/TjaSEvF7y5I/AAAAAAAALag/d_kPsm6iuRs/s400/LaCrosse%2B%25236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635852593759243154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a well known establishment called Buzzard Billys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1LnkOEzul8/TjaRc4HcqJI/AAAAAAAALaI/eWtOLAZ1uHI/s1600/LaCrosse%2B%25233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R1LnkOEzul8/TjaRc4HcqJI/AAAAAAAALaI/eWtOLAZ1uHI/s400/LaCrosse%2B%25233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635851908986742930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many sculptures around the downtown area. This is one of dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze3cX63tTec/TjaTIAiiNLI/AAAAAAAALbg/bVi-CcEZa4U/s1600/LaCrosse%2B%252314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze3cX63tTec/TjaTIAiiNLI/AAAAAAAALbg/bVi-CcEZa4U/s400/LaCrosse%2B%252314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635853749493839026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw several fountains. As it was a hot day this looked quite inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzSvEByeON0/TjaTH4KI8GI/AAAAAAAALbY/NzqvnzL_cgg/s1600/LaCrosse%2B%252313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzSvEByeON0/TjaTH4KI8GI/AAAAAAAALbY/NzqvnzL_cgg/s400/LaCrosse%2B%252313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635853747244036194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right along side all these older buildings and looking out over the river is this newer Civic Center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adoIw52zFs0/TjaTHvwjx5I/AAAAAAAALbQ/QjPy1k-BtSU/s1600/LaCrosse%2B%252312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-adoIw52zFs0/TjaTHvwjx5I/AAAAAAAALbQ/QjPy1k-BtSU/s400/LaCrosse%2B%252312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635853744989259666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I found this place amusing as I walked by -- the bold proclamation that this was a mind altering tattoo shop - heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r5k7P252m0g/TjaSE-CI69I/AAAAAAAALao/6NXitsofEZk/s1600/LaCrosse%2B%25237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r5k7P252m0g/TjaSE-CI69I/AAAAAAAALao/6NXitsofEZk/s400/LaCrosse%2B%25237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635852597769858002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, whether it was mind altering or not, I found LaCrosse an extremely pleasant town and enjoyed my visit a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-5499940495313199236?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/5499940495313199236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=5499940495313199236&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5499940495313199236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5499940495313199236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/08/lacrosse-wisconsin.html' title='LaCrosse, Wisconsin'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sKi1u_z7i1M/TjaRckFR2qI/AAAAAAAALaA/fyLcnaHpS7I/s72-c/LaCrosse%2B%25232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-7282765662908993194</id><published>2011-07-29T06:26:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T07:14:21.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small Town</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I drove through a small town. It was late afternoon and not many people were around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJqc_lT-mRA/TjKZenXft3I/AAAAAAAALYg/BTBpvj2yyFo/s1600/Main%2BStreet%2B8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJqc_lT-mRA/TjKZenXft3I/AAAAAAAALYg/BTBpvj2yyFo/s400/Main%2BStreet%2B8x10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634734835036567410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such towns as this are common across the Midwest. They are very flat and seem totally nondescript. Looking west is not much different than looking south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ok4dxc_JSM/TjKZedyHtNI/AAAAAAAALYY/zElcKNtUFNs/s1600/Looking%2BSouth%2BState%2BCenter%2B8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ok4dxc_JSM/TjKZedyHtNI/AAAAAAAALYY/zElcKNtUFNs/s400/Looking%2BSouth%2BState%2BCenter%2B8x10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634734832463885522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BS5WfQ1XUI0/TjKZd49N97I/AAAAAAAALYI/RVq8ToJEv-Q/s1600/East%2B8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BS5WfQ1XUI0/TjKZd49N97I/AAAAAAAALYI/RVq8ToJEv-Q/s400/East%2B8x10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634734822578321330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you stop and look a bit closer you find there is more to a place such as this than you might expect. Here's a grocery store that has been renovated.  At one time it was a busy store.  Today it is a historical site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R12DsbfIGhk/TjKZeJ3eZ1I/AAAAAAAALYQ/Et48-AHvbTU/s1600/Grocery%2B8x10%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R12DsbfIGhk/TjKZeJ3eZ1I/AAAAAAAALYQ/Et48-AHvbTU/s400/Grocery%2B8x10%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634734827117635410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a new water tower next to a double set of railroad tracks. These tracks go from San Francisco to New York City. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rAsG6abCQcg/TjKZwU6diJI/AAAAAAAALYo/167ksZB-ubs/s1600/Water%2BTower%2B%25232%2B8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rAsG6abCQcg/TjKZwU6diJI/AAAAAAAALYo/167ksZB-ubs/s400/Water%2BTower%2B%25232%2B8x10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634735139320596626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am sure those tracks could tell a story. As I stood there in the light rain I wondered about those people who had been where I was standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idwDTfIna_E/TjKgw1mgBAI/AAAAAAAALZg/IC6v7AeW860/s1600/Tracks%2B8x10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idwDTfIna_E/TjKgw1mgBAI/AAAAAAAALZg/IC6v7AeW860/s400/Tracks%2B8x10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634742844676637698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And turning around I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NwBbG_2W0oo/TjKjCXzjHLI/AAAAAAAALZw/RnnWrKqhRfU/s1600/Rainbow%2BCropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NwBbG_2W0oo/TjKjCXzjHLI/AAAAAAAALZw/RnnWrKqhRfU/s400/Rainbow%2BCropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634745344939203762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-7282765662908993194?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/7282765662908993194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=7282765662908993194&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7282765662908993194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7282765662908993194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/07/small-town.html' title='A Small Town'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fJqc_lT-mRA/TjKZenXft3I/AAAAAAAALYg/BTBpvj2yyFo/s72-c/Main%2BStreet%2B8x10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-8895636126586209395</id><published>2011-05-30T13:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T14:28:41.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Windy Day</title><content type='html'>Today I was mowing my lawn. At this time of year that is something I have to do a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey was just, uh .... helping me. I guess you could say he was sort of supervising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8uWA-hYOTY8/TePsQjQH01I/AAAAAAAALUY/pZJLGjBV3tU/s1600/IMG_3273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8uWA-hYOTY8/TePsQjQH01I/AAAAAAAALUY/pZJLGjBV3tU/s400/IMG_3273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612589329718694738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had noticed on TV this morning there were wind warnings for our area. I had not thought much about it until I looked up and saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBx8kMzOFrU/TePoukJi_gI/AAAAAAAALSQ/WO6RiBd0HCA/s1600/Iowa%2BWind%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sBx8kMzOFrU/TePoukJi_gI/AAAAAAAALSQ/WO6RiBd0HCA/s400/Iowa%2BWind%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612585447309114882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was starting to pick up stronger and stronger from the south. I could see swirls of dirt lifting into the air. A wall of dirt was coming towards Bailey and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8BkvNcF0O_o/TePou3rwmEI/AAAAAAAALSY/3dSFoxLVBQM/s1600/Iowa%2BWind%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8BkvNcF0O_o/TePou3rwmEI/AAAAAAAALSY/3dSFoxLVBQM/s400/Iowa%2BWind%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612585452552886338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above us the trees were beginning to bend and leaves were getting pulled off the trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfRQaamvZxs/TePqybC4fGI/AAAAAAAALUI/6k0IFYlp0HE/s1600/Iowa%2BWind%2B%252317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MfRQaamvZxs/TePqybC4fGI/AAAAAAAALUI/6k0IFYlp0HE/s400/Iowa%2BWind%2B%252317.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612587712607976546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dirt was filling the air. It reminded me of being in a blizzard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUtRzmfwK50/TePql47pXOI/AAAAAAAALUA/T8DKCHu1vVg/s1600/Iowa%2BWind%2B%252310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qUtRzmfwK50/TePql47pXOI/AAAAAAAALUA/T8DKCHu1vVg/s400/Iowa%2BWind%2B%252310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612587497292389602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking to the north I could not see past the road. I had never seen anything like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixMv6XfGyu8/TePqlr3Rd0I/AAAAAAAALT4/HNZkAazogWg/s1600/Iowa%2BWind%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixMv6XfGyu8/TePqlr3Rd0I/AAAAAAAALT4/HNZkAazogWg/s400/Iowa%2BWind%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612587493784385346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled at Bailey to come into the house. I didn't know if he could hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNCD3qlrarY/TePqk0Di1uI/AAAAAAAALTg/qAl067_I0PA/s1600/Iowa%2BWind%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wNCD3qlrarY/TePqk0Di1uI/AAAAAAAALTg/qAl067_I0PA/s400/Iowa%2BWind%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612587478803470050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I saw as I stepped into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--p_N0GjBJgs/TePovOHD1ZI/AAAAAAAALSg/g4Dt4n6odXY/s1600/Iowa%2BWind%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--p_N0GjBJgs/TePovOHD1ZI/AAAAAAAALSg/g4Dt4n6odXY/s400/Iowa%2BWind%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612585458572973458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind is a powerful force. Nothing to mess around with. Bailey and I are lucky as our damage, so far, has been limited to losing shingles, tree limbs, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only a taste of what people have to deal with when they are hit by a tornado. It makes you very, very humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-8895636126586209395?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/8895636126586209395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=8895636126586209395&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/8895636126586209395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/8895636126586209395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/05/windy-day.html' title='Windy Day'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8uWA-hYOTY8/TePsQjQH01I/AAAAAAAALUY/pZJLGjBV3tU/s72-c/IMG_3273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-1916619082344834018</id><published>2011-05-27T13:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T17:08:35.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to McDonald's</title><content type='html'>Okay. I confess. I have been living under a rock too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at a McDonald's recently and realized I had not been to one for a long, long time. Apparently, a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a Big Mac sandwich. I remember when Big Mac's came in a box like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-jDEmfpvHQ/Td_xKxVItEI/AAAAAAAALQ8/S80vQ5uwKhw/s1600/Big%2BMac%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-jDEmfpvHQ/Td_xKxVItEI/AAAAAAAALQ8/S80vQ5uwKhw/s400/Big%2BMac%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611468828069901378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time McDonald's used the styrofoam claim shell box for their sandwiches. I remember them the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCaww6Y6lJA/Td_vI4UietI/AAAAAAAALQs/nImvjd9w3hE/s1600/Big%2BMac%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCaww6Y6lJA/Td_vI4UietI/AAAAAAAALQs/nImvjd9w3hE/s400/Big%2BMac%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611466596563450578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 1990 McDonald's started getting away from the styrofoam and went to paper boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-2UuEEKT0w/Td_vJEBaaVI/AAAAAAAALQ0/tUOSld0vtZQ/s1600/Big%2BMac%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-2UuEEKT0w/Td_vJEBaaVI/AAAAAAAALQ0/tUOSld0vtZQ/s400/Big%2BMac%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611466599704455506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about the last two years the company has used this box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7dXsPuLGts/Td_vIngeNyI/AAAAAAAALQk/YMIgDlZpghM/s1600/Big%2BMac%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S7dXsPuLGts/Td_vIngeNyI/AAAAAAAALQk/YMIgDlZpghM/s400/Big%2BMac%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611466592050100002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least there is one thing that will never, never change:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_RFECNx6jk/Td_0BL6D9OI/AAAAAAAALRE/1vtQw0ZpCKM/s1600/Big%2BMac%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_RFECNx6jk/Td_0BL6D9OI/AAAAAAAALRE/1vtQw0ZpCKM/s400/Big%2BMac%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611471961940292834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Oh .... well, uh, never mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Yes, I agree and forgot to mention.  The Big Mac I had seemed much smaller than the ones I remember in the past!  Hmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-1916619082344834018?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/1916619082344834018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=1916619082344834018&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/1916619082344834018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/1916619082344834018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/05/visit-to-mcdonalds.html' title='A Visit to McDonald&apos;s'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-jDEmfpvHQ/Td_xKxVItEI/AAAAAAAALQ8/S80vQ5uwKhw/s72-c/Big%2BMac%2B%25234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-4054238499008046193</id><published>2011-05-20T07:50:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T08:37:27.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah and Her Sisters</title><content type='html'>The other day I put up a post about the movie &lt;em&gt;Defiance&lt;/em&gt;. Though a good movie it is not a fun movie to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other "Hannah" (?!) a VERY fun movie to watch is &lt;em&gt;Hannah and Her Sisters&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rCVSR1jB-NE/TdZmdfiyURI/AAAAAAAAI7Q/i6-LLjasQZA/s1600/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rCVSR1jB-NE/TdZmdfiyURI/AAAAAAAAI7Q/i6-LLjasQZA/s400/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608783042806173970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is considered by many to be Woody Allen's best movie. I had not seen it until last night. Heck, it's only been out since ... 1986. But it is classic Woody Allen at his best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyMH9Hp38GQ/TdZmjpbWpMI/AAAAAAAAI7o/h_CxNK3T76I/s1600/Hannah_and_Her_Sisters%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RyMH9Hp38GQ/TdZmjpbWpMI/AAAAAAAAI7o/h_CxNK3T76I/s400/Hannah_and_Her_Sisters%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608783148538569922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins with a family Thanksgiving and ends two years later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyEhccV3Bt0/TdZmcoZXr6I/AAAAAAAAI64/U1HFHlcuNSc/s1600/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyEhccV3Bt0/TdZmcoZXr6I/AAAAAAAAI64/U1HFHlcuNSc/s400/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608783028002729890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell from the title, the central characters are the three sisters. Hannah is played by Mia Farrow and is Woody Allen's character's ex-wife. Holly is played by Dianne Wiest and sister Lee is played by Barbara Hershey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tvo90UDRWNY/TdZjvshQuPI/AAAAAAAAI6w/fJL2msN3AYg/s1600/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tvo90UDRWNY/TdZjvshQuPI/AAAAAAAAI6w/fJL2msN3AYg/s400/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608780056992200946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Fisher has a rather small role as a friend of Holly's. The two of them have a catering business but the business does not last very long. Then again, Holly plays a character who has some major problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SkKeJiP0W_4/TdZmdtIbi6I/AAAAAAAAI7Y/9CoGcSUNnos/s1600/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SkKeJiP0W_4/TdZmdtIbi6I/AAAAAAAAI7Y/9CoGcSUNnos/s400/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608783046453726114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Cain's character thinks he is in love with Lee and that is a major part of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUPgZgsYV9c/TdZmc9uzuJI/AAAAAAAAI7A/7behiwJCJPk/s1600/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SUPgZgsYV9c/TdZmc9uzuJI/AAAAAAAAI7A/7behiwJCJPk/s400/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608783033729792146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, as always, Woody Allen's character is a huge hypochondriac and believes he is facing imminent death.  He questions the existence of God and explores various religions trying to find answers to life's big questions.  In this scene he is considering joining the Hare Krishnas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-floct8Ofrvo/TdZmjmdl4aI/AAAAAAAAI7g/gMjV8VboHLw/s1600/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-floct8Ofrvo/TdZmjmdl4aI/AAAAAAAAI7g/gMjV8VboHLw/s400/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608783147742650786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting tidbits:  Michael Cain and Dianne Wiest each won Oscars for Best Supporting Actor / Actress.  The next time two supporting actors in the same movie would win Oscars would be in 2011 (&lt;em&gt;The Fighter&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maureen O'Sullivan plays the sister's mother.  In real life she is Mia Farrow's mother.  Lloyd Nolan played the father of the sisters.  This was his last movie as he died in 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLX40dMzw_4/TdZsPNYIntI/AAAAAAAAI7w/S457M5JQD0w/s1600/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLX40dMzw_4/TdZsPNYIntI/AAAAAAAAI7w/S457M5JQD0w/s400/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608789394481258194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.  It is supposed to rain in Iowa this weekend.  Maybe I will go see a movie ... that is not 25 years old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-4054238499008046193?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/4054238499008046193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=4054238499008046193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4054238499008046193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4054238499008046193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/05/hannah-and-her-sisters.html' title='Hannah and Her Sisters'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rCVSR1jB-NE/TdZmdfiyURI/AAAAAAAAI7Q/i6-LLjasQZA/s72-c/Hannah%2Band%2BHer%2BSisters%2B%25235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-3470730837575199181</id><published>2011-05-18T19:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:35:21.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Defiance</title><content type='html'>If you are looking for a feel good, happy, fun, light hearted happily ever after movie .... this is not the one to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6zTHMVwGMs/TdRg43LzIFI/AAAAAAAAI6c/G1x-zB9SxBA/s1600/Defiance%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6zTHMVwGMs/TdRg43LzIFI/AAAAAAAAI6c/G1x-zB9SxBA/s400/Defiance%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608213965985488978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are searching for a really excellent movie that has some real substance to it, watch Defiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is based on a true story of four brothers who lead a group of Jews into the forest during World War II to save their lives. Daniel Craig plays Tuvia Bielski and Liev Schrieber is Zus Bielski. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEy8-D9gvRU/TdRg4yXzbqI/AAAAAAAAI6k/FAv9KgGe4x4/s1600/Defiance%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEy8-D9gvRU/TdRg4yXzbqI/AAAAAAAAI6k/FAv9KgGe4x4/s400/Defiance%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608213964693663394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is not easy to watch. In fact, I shut it off a couple of times while watching it. But I kept coming back and by the end of the movie I thought it was truly incredible. Still, it is difficult to watch at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie was over I watched a documentary about how it was made. The producers insisted on complete accuracy. Even the dirt on the actors faces matched the exact dirt found in Belarus. The weapons and clothing were authentic and it was even filmed close to where the actual events occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nyF0mbX1PY0/TdRg4ejxTpI/AAAAAAAAI6M/PlSJS8RbY7k/s1600/Defiance%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nyF0mbX1PY0/TdRg4ejxTpI/AAAAAAAAI6M/PlSJS8RbY7k/s400/Defiance%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608213959375146642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally many of the Jews resist leaving their homes but eventually realize if they stay they will be killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wVwmQwU2gis/TdRgpvt_MBI/AAAAAAAAI58/TpPLZx8rvHo/s1600/Defiance%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wVwmQwU2gis/TdRgpvt_MBI/AAAAAAAAI58/TpPLZx8rvHo/s400/Defiance%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608213706283364370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They escape the Germans by hiding and moving through the dense forest. What starts out as a small group of people eventually becomes a group of over 1,200 people. They maintain a way of life as best they can under the harsh and almost impossible conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KDdVYJlZJk/TdRgpO80weI/AAAAAAAAI5k/JpxsG4NdEp8/s1600/Defiance%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KDdVYJlZJk/TdRgpO80weI/AAAAAAAAI5k/JpxsG4NdEp8/s400/Defiance%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608213697487225314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet they are always having to keep moving to stay away from the Germans. Often they engage in gun battles with the Germans and the casualties are horrendous. Yet they still keep fighting and resisting and moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HeC8sgK879w/TdRg4onn2xI/AAAAAAAAI6U/65IOw5Uiykg/s1600/Defiance%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HeC8sgK879w/TdRg4onn2xI/AAAAAAAAI6U/65IOw5Uiykg/s400/Defiance%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608213962075659026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen this, I recommend it. But you are warned -- it is not easy to watch. If you stay with it to the end, you will be glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember - this is a true story. An incredible, true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-3470730837575199181?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/3470730837575199181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=3470730837575199181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/3470730837575199181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/3470730837575199181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/05/defiance.html' title='Defiance'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z6zTHMVwGMs/TdRg43LzIFI/AAAAAAAAI6c/G1x-zB9SxBA/s72-c/Defiance%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-5325330268217410614</id><published>2011-05-15T11:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T11:49:25.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera Thoughts Anyone?</title><content type='html'>For several years I have used a Canon PowerShot A610 camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7CGLIJPtZRE/TdADg6no_CI/AAAAAAAAIvQ/8OsFLRkdnTI/s1600/Canon%2BCamera%2B%252311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7CGLIJPtZRE/TdADg6no_CI/AAAAAAAAIvQ/8OsFLRkdnTI/s400/Canon%2BCamera%2B%252311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606985400102485026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this little point and shoot camera a lot.  It has served me well and been a faithful companion over many miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXZra-wLMog/Tc_-fjcrqlI/AAAAAAAAIu4/kdoX7_Amjrc/s1600/Canon%2BCamera%2B%25238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MXZra-wLMog/Tc_-fjcrqlI/AAAAAAAAIu4/kdoX7_Amjrc/s400/Canon%2BCamera%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606979879144499794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this summer I am taking a class in digital photography.  The first thing I was told was that my little point and shoot camera was not acceptable.  I had to get an SLR camera.  I think that stands for Single Lens Reflex.  I really don't know.  That is why I am taking a class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at lots of used cameras on CraigsList and eBay and other places, I think the camera I have decided to buy is a Canon Rebel t3i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZwDQLcUkxw/TdAD-oF5uFI/AAAAAAAAIvY/lw7dwdCdtzg/s1600/Canon%2BCamera%2B%252312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZwDQLcUkxw/TdAD-oF5uFI/AAAAAAAAIvY/lw7dwdCdtzg/s400/Canon%2BCamera%2B%252312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606985910525212754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like a real bad boy camera (is that the right lingo?).  It reminds me of a 35 mm film camera I used to own in the 80s and 90s.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are into photography, let me know if you happen to see this.  I know nothing but I think I want to get a camera that is new and, most imporantly, easy to use while still taking a good picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wU4ygWY24aE/TdAC1H1Rz0I/AAAAAAAAIvI/IMVmeocjHz0/s1600/Canon%2BCamera%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wU4ygWY24aE/TdAC1H1Rz0I/AAAAAAAAIvI/IMVmeocjHz0/s400/Canon%2BCamera%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606984647735103298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts will be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-5325330268217410614?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/5325330268217410614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=5325330268217410614&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5325330268217410614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5325330268217410614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/05/camera-thoughts-anyone.html' title='Camera Thoughts Anyone?'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7CGLIJPtZRE/TdADg6no_CI/AAAAAAAAIvQ/8OsFLRkdnTI/s72-c/Canon%2BCamera%2B%252311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-6306074609807395302</id><published>2011-05-13T18:16:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T07:29:04.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Believe This?</title><content type='html'>A few days ago a high school golf coach was driving her six team members to a meet. She left Fairfield, Iowa, around 7:00 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CH0gMoTZ4qY/Tc29elIrkKI/AAAAAAAAIuA/HgLTeqZcQnY/s1600/Fairfield%2BGolf%2BCoach%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CH0gMoTZ4qY/Tc29elIrkKI/AAAAAAAAIuA/HgLTeqZcQnY/s400/Fairfield%2BGolf%2BCoach%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606345444208382114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes after leaving one girl texted her father saying she wanted him to know she loved him if she never saw him again. The girls were scared.  That is because their coach, the woman driving the van, was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not at 7:00 in the morning the Fairfield High School golf coach was not only drunk but she was three times over the legal limit.  And there she was, driving six students to a golf meet in a town an hour away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman's name is Susie Steinbeck. She is 59 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OPgZyMcU4s8/Tc28Jg87KXI/AAAAAAAAItw/iW9FV2FeAAE/s1600/Fairfield%2BGolf%2BCoach%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OPgZyMcU4s8/Tc28Jg87KXI/AAAAAAAAItw/iW9FV2FeAAE/s400/Fairfield%2BGolf%2BCoach%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606343982796450162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man from Des Moines happened to be following the van and at first thought the driver was talking on a cell phone or maybe texting since the van went off onto the shoulder of the road and was weaving back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He soon could tell something was seriously wrong. He was sure that he would be seeing a head on collision within moments as they were on a two lane road and there was oncoming traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 10 miles this man followed the van and he tried to figure out what he could do. Finally the van stopped at a stop sign and the man drove his car in front of the van so it could not go any farther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man kept the van stopped until the Iowa Highway Patrol could arrive. This is the man who literally saved the lives of the six girls -- his name is Steve Lombardi and he is a lawyer from West Des Moines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uw0B7s98XI0/Tc28JubBk3I/AAAAAAAAIt4/BGgQeqk1zmU/s1600/Fairfield%2BGold%2BCoach%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uw0B7s98XI0/Tc28JubBk3I/AAAAAAAAIt4/BGgQeqk1zmU/s400/Fairfield%2BGold%2BCoach%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606343986412360562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the grace of God the six girls were not seriously injured or killed because of the gross recklessness of their golf coach. The fact she was so drunk at such an early hour is just ... unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lombardi never dreamed he would be placed in a position of having to do what he did that morning. I guess we never know when we will be called upon to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those girls and their families have a lot to be grateful for because of the actions of one man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they have a lot to be angry about, too.  We entrust our children to the care of teachers and when one of them does something this stupid it is just beyond belief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-6306074609807395302?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/6306074609807395302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=6306074609807395302&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6306074609807395302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6306074609807395302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/05/can-you-believe-this.html' title='Can You Believe This?'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CH0gMoTZ4qY/Tc29elIrkKI/AAAAAAAAIuA/HgLTeqZcQnY/s72-c/Fairfield%2BGolf%2BCoach%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-598240757637621492</id><published>2011-05-06T20:21:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T13:53:16.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Things</title><content type='html'>It was a nice day outside so I took a break to walk around where I work.  Walking around I saw a few things I had not noticed before. Here's a yellow fire hydrant. I like the chains that hang from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6txvj_-CiI/TcSlqNQoWvI/AAAAAAAAIro/zCFkQEZeMGU/s1600/Yellow%2BHydrant%2B%25232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6txvj_-CiI/TcSlqNQoWvI/AAAAAAAAIro/zCFkQEZeMGU/s400/Yellow%2BHydrant%2B%25232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603785980888242930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the signs of age on the chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VECyRfmorcQ/TcSlpxj8weI/AAAAAAAAIrg/rANYw6S0S7U/s1600/Yellow%2BHydrant%2B%25231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VECyRfmorcQ/TcSlpxj8weI/AAAAAAAAIrg/rANYw6S0S7U/s400/Yellow%2BHydrant%2B%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603785973453079010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some tulips. I like the way they bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-be5gUSthpRU/TcSnBUcSRiI/AAAAAAAAIrw/yqbLr6WVtKY/s1600/Tulips%2B%25231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-be5gUSthpRU/TcSnBUcSRiI/AAAAAAAAIrw/yqbLr6WVtKY/s400/Tulips%2B%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603787477464794658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the wild purple violets growing around these tulips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hx_gYp1Kz6s/TcWUwwbrU4I/AAAAAAAAIs4/u4mzo6Y6eJY/s1600/Tulips%2BWide%2B%25231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hx_gYp1Kz6s/TcWUwwbrU4I/AAAAAAAAIs4/u4mzo6Y6eJY/s400/Tulips%2BWide%2B%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604048876688069506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear this water as it goes over the stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-80TV86V6A/TcSnBg8nPCI/AAAAAAAAIr4/voGOvxKyiBA/s1600/Water%2B%25231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A-80TV86V6A/TcSnBg8nPCI/AAAAAAAAIr4/voGOvxKyiBA/s400/Water%2B%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603787480821611554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are cherry blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wkyN58pAes/TcSi5FGIFEI/AAAAAAAAIrY/7teph1lYUZY/s1600/Flower%2B%25231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5wkyN58pAes/TcSi5FGIFEI/AAAAAAAAIrY/7teph1lYUZY/s400/Flower%2B%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603782937859855426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little cardinal was sitting on a light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Za5MudR5SLM/TcU4_wAml-I/AAAAAAAAIsw/zrsWe8cJvXs/s1600/Cardinal%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Za5MudR5SLM/TcU4_wAml-I/AAAAAAAAIsw/zrsWe8cJvXs/s400/Cardinal%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603947979202795490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up and saw pinecones on a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kAZwvBI5Qr8/TcU3v_WkoBI/AAAAAAAAIsc/SuTmrCpjSZI/s1600/Pinecone%2B%25231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kAZwvBI5Qr8/TcU3v_WkoBI/AAAAAAAAIsc/SuTmrCpjSZI/s400/Pinecone%2B%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603946608931938322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this bicycle. The green and orange really make it stand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sk5XFnTruPE/TcShzmmWR2I/AAAAAAAAIrA/wTAjJV6gqEM/s1600/Bicycle%2B%25232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sk5XFnTruPE/TcShzmmWR2I/AAAAAAAAIrA/wTAjJV6gqEM/s400/Bicycle%2B%25232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603781744262530914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rear tire and spokes are interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbCrvLGy5E4/TcSh0FlZOhI/AAAAAAAAIrI/t2KKScVOEIg/s1600/Bicycle%2B%25234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbCrvLGy5E4/TcSh0FlZOhI/AAAAAAAAIrI/t2KKScVOEIg/s400/Bicycle%2B%25234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603781752580028946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times the best things in life are ... simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-598240757637621492?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/598240757637621492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=598240757637621492&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/598240757637621492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/598240757637621492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/05/simple-things.html' title='Simple Things'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6txvj_-CiI/TcSlqNQoWvI/AAAAAAAAIro/zCFkQEZeMGU/s72-c/Yellow%2BHydrant%2B%25232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-3323344332966271279</id><published>2011-04-22T08:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T08:49:04.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Images</title><content type='html'>Easter is always a nice time of year. It is a holiday that, among other things, seems to be the official announcement of spring. A new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-LnU4Ee-Ds/TbGF8Re3_GI/AAAAAAAAIm4/-mxtr1O9QXo/s1600/Easter%2B%25231.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-LnU4Ee-Ds/TbGF8Re3_GI/AAAAAAAAIm4/-mxtr1O9QXo/s400/Easter%2B%25231.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598403082329783394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a holiday of colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ozxrPPIIwTM/TbGF8Ks8-LI/AAAAAAAAImw/0UOaiLTI9Fs/s1600/Easter%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ozxrPPIIwTM/TbGF8Ks8-LI/AAAAAAAAImw/0UOaiLTI9Fs/s400/Easter%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598403080509782194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lots of fun things to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xnII6z-aZk/TbGFvc0Tk6I/AAAAAAAAImo/dDdh4K3X0CI/s1600/Easter%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xnII6z-aZk/TbGFvc0Tk6I/AAAAAAAAImo/dDdh4K3X0CI/s400/Easter%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598402862034162594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a candy I have never understood - but they look fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYASGcJ6PAs/TbGFvIOiRXI/AAAAAAAAImg/oEcu1a8OooE/s1600/Easter%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lYASGcJ6PAs/TbGFvIOiRXI/AAAAAAAAImg/oEcu1a8OooE/s400/Easter%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598402856507032946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This meal looks incredible. Sitting down with your family and eating is a big part of any holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Z4K-KrLc5Y/TbGFu0sF7QI/AAAAAAAAImY/ShW1PTZeoWE/s1600/Easter%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Z4K-KrLc5Y/TbGFu0sF7QI/AAAAAAAAImY/ShW1PTZeoWE/s400/Easter%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598402851262295298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, the Easter Lilly and its strong fragrance is always special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YWb8uoUkesw/TbGFuarN6CI/AAAAAAAAImQ/dj4K6SObmGk/s1600/Easter%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YWb8uoUkesw/TbGFuarN6CI/AAAAAAAAImQ/dj4K6SObmGk/s400/Easter%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598402844279302178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you and your family have a Happy Easter or Passover this spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-3323344332966271279?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/3323344332966271279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=3323344332966271279&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/3323344332966271279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/3323344332966271279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-images.html' title='Easter Images'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G-LnU4Ee-Ds/TbGF8Re3_GI/AAAAAAAAIm4/-mxtr1O9QXo/s72-c/Easter%2B%25231.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-5452959318465623148</id><published>2011-04-03T19:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:38:24.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa Spring Arrives</title><content type='html'>It is early April in Iowa.  Spring has arrived.  The grass is beginning to turn green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmykmIm2e_w/TZkX3sc4ORI/AAAAAAAAIk4/3Qemxlw4SJc/s1600/A%2BStorm%2B%252311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmykmIm2e_w/TZkX3sc4ORI/AAAAAAAAIk4/3Qemxlw4SJc/s400/A%2BStorm%2B%252311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591526657949710610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey can smell spring in the air and in the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ljjY2RL4-0/TZkZI6KQWAI/AAAAAAAAIl4/hxA2FhwFECs/s1600/A%2BStorm%2B%25233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8ljjY2RL4-0/TZkZI6KQWAI/AAAAAAAAIl4/hxA2FhwFECs/s400/A%2BStorm%2B%25233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591528053199099906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fields are beginning to wake up.  You can see tractor tracks from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Tu4Tex_6Fk/TZkdip8jcLI/AAAAAAAAImA/rWg6meUM5_k/s1600/A%2BStorm%2B%25232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Tu4Tex_6Fk/TZkdip8jcLI/AAAAAAAAImA/rWg6meUM5_k/s400/A%2BStorm%2B%25232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591532893569773746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I burned the ditches where my wild flowers grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8A1zF_LyfqY/TZkZIObzvII/AAAAAAAAIlg/XqXvlMC2gQs/s1600/A%2BStorm%2B%25236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8A1zF_LyfqY/TZkZIObzvII/AAAAAAAAIlg/XqXvlMC2gQs/s400/A%2BStorm%2B%25236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591528041461562498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lilac bushes are beginning to bud out.  But you have to look close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cKSaFWexwU/TZkX3zI-YAI/AAAAAAAAIlA/n79f_o8PRnE/s1600/A%2BStorm%2B%252310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9cKSaFWexwU/TZkX3zI-YAI/AAAAAAAAIlA/n79f_o8PRnE/s400/A%2BStorm%2B%252310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591526659745275906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun is setting north of the road.  On the first day of spring the sun is directly over this road - or so it seems.  It will keep moving north until the middle of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PeXi9OJDbFU/TZkX3a77F0I/AAAAAAAAIkw/VELK-eWiqPs/s1600/A%2BStorm%2B%252312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PeXi9OJDbFU/TZkX3a77F0I/AAAAAAAAIkw/VELK-eWiqPs/s400/A%2BStorm%2B%252312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591526653248083778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  This vast, flat land is beautiful to me.  It is waking up and shortly the black fields will be an ocean of growing crops and swaying grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-5452959318465623148?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/5452959318465623148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=5452959318465623148&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5452959318465623148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5452959318465623148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/04/iowa-spring-arrives.html' title='Iowa Spring Arrives'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmykmIm2e_w/TZkX3sc4ORI/AAAAAAAAIk4/3Qemxlw4SJc/s72-c/A%2BStorm%2B%252311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-4430682019581461855</id><published>2011-03-30T19:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:23:43.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baseball Season Begins</title><content type='html'>Baseball season begins this week. For me, this is the unofficial end of winter. It is a bit too chilly here in the north to be playing baseball, but the grass is starting to get green and the days are getting longer. It's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KyGUQ0SDY7U/TZPOoWgPrLI/AAAAAAAAIkQ/TR4AHE1l1YM/s1600/A%2BBaseball%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KyGUQ0SDY7U/TZPOoWgPrLI/AAAAAAAAIkQ/TR4AHE1l1YM/s400/A%2BBaseball%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590038755127831730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something special about baseball. It is a game that is both extremely simple and complex at the same time. That probably does not make much sense but it seems that way to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bases are 90 feet apart. Why that distance was picked seems to be a mystery. But the number of split second plays from base to base is amazing. If the bases were farther apart, the defense would have an advantage. If they were closer, the runners would have an edge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ShSwbpDTjQ/TZPQ87SfnRI/AAAAAAAAIkg/nlsqddAvQY4/s1600/A%2BBaseball%2B%25238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ShSwbpDTjQ/TZPQ87SfnRI/AAAAAAAAIkg/nlsqddAvQY4/s400/A%2BBaseball%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590041307622907154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess football is more popular with many people but baseball has a special history. Ken Burns did an excellent documentary about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hfNTo8HKkE0/TZPUOLjsMUI/AAAAAAAAIko/PSG_h7khPZs/s1600/A%2BBaseball%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hfNTo8HKkE0/TZPUOLjsMUI/AAAAAAAAIko/PSG_h7khPZs/s400/A%2BBaseball%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590044902582661442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the Pittsburgh Pirates. They have the longest losing record of any major league team in any sport. If things go as predicted, the Pirates will have their 19th straight losing season this year. However, most people do agree that their stadium, PNC Park, is one of the nicest - if not the nicest - in the major leagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_pZYiG4WHQ/TZPKMRL7c0I/AAAAAAAAIjo/23lpml3dGpo/s1600/A%2BBaseball%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v_pZYiG4WHQ/TZPKMRL7c0I/AAAAAAAAIjo/23lpml3dGpo/s400/A%2BBaseball%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590033874617594690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another team I like a lot is the Washington Nationals. I guess I have a thing for perennial losers. I guess you could call them underdogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iRVa0juwuc/TZPOnhHJZfI/AAAAAAAAIj4/By1w63prJzQ/s1600/A%2BBaseball%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7iRVa0juwuc/TZPOnhHJZfI/AAAAAAAAIj4/By1w63prJzQ/s400/A%2BBaseball%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590038740795483634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event I am looking forward to another season. I am not a die hard fan. I don't know lots of stats and I cannot recite team rosters. I am a casual fan who just enjoys the game in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ngXuPgIf8KM/TZPOoLTmu1I/AAAAAAAAIkI/A4_oulJQwxc/s1600/A%2BBaseball%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ngXuPgIf8KM/TZPOoLTmu1I/AAAAAAAAIkI/A4_oulJQwxc/s400/A%2BBaseball%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590038752122026834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-4430682019581461855?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/4430682019581461855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=4430682019581461855&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4430682019581461855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4430682019581461855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/03/baseball-season-begins.html' title='Baseball Season Begins'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KyGUQ0SDY7U/TZPOoWgPrLI/AAAAAAAAIkQ/TR4AHE1l1YM/s72-c/A%2BBaseball%2B%25236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-197807451698576716</id><published>2011-03-26T07:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T07:53:03.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Accidental Tourist</title><content type='html'>Recently I watched a 1988 movie called &lt;em&gt;The Accidental Tourist&lt;/em&gt;. It is very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NAPjXZwVonw/TY3YouwSirI/AAAAAAAAIjE/u_35rtyFOTo/s1600/Accidental%2BTourist%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NAPjXZwVonw/TY3YouwSirI/AAAAAAAAIjE/u_35rtyFOTo/s400/Accidental%2BTourist%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588360906893593266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Hurt plays Macon Leary, a man who writes guidebooks for traveling business people. When his 12-year old son is killed during a robbery, his life is changed forever (talk about understatement). His wife, played by Kathleen Turner, leaves him a year after the killing and moves into her own apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the family dog becomes uncontrollable, Macon looks for someone to train the dog. He meets Muriel, an unconventional, free spirit who not only changes the dog's behavior but also Macon's. Geena Davis won an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress for her role in this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3chf2iB0DU/TY3YozXNu0I/AAAAAAAAIjM/kzxPT3KCg4g/s1600/Accidental%2BTourist%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S3chf2iB0DU/TY3YozXNu0I/AAAAAAAAIjM/kzxPT3KCg4g/s400/Accidental%2BTourist%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588360908130597698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Macon's family does not accept Muriel because she is ... different, it is obvious they are oblivious to their own lifestyle. Macon's two 40 something, single brothers live in the family home along with their sister, Rose. They never answer the ringing telephone, play a card game they invented and take unconventional to a new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-giRArwIP6oY/TY3hRzmfAsI/AAAAAAAAIjc/zUX7vXbYyYk/s1600/Accidental%2BTourist%2B%25237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-giRArwIP6oY/TY3hRzmfAsI/AAAAAAAAIjc/zUX7vXbYyYk/s400/Accidental%2BTourist%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588370408662303426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Macon's wife attempts to reconcile after a year, Macon tries to make it work again. But he has changed. At one point he looks at Kathleen Turner's character and says "I do love you but I do not like the person I am when I am with you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2qzgweBt98/TY3hRxRJIcI/AAAAAAAAIjU/5UFfo0UGu80/s1600/Accidental%2BTourist%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S2qzgweBt98/TY3hRxRJIcI/AAAAAAAAIjU/5UFfo0UGu80/s400/Accidental%2BTourist%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588370408035918274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is based on the 1985 book by the same name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NUfCCoaIWvE/TY3YoV56BTI/AAAAAAAAIi8/3olC2wQuRTg/s1600/Accidental%2BTourist%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NUfCCoaIWvE/TY3YoV56BTI/AAAAAAAAIi8/3olC2wQuRTg/s400/Accidental%2BTourist%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588360900223042866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not seen the movie or read the book, I highly recommend either or both. The story is an excellent study of human behavior and one that certainly makes a person think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-197807451698576716?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/197807451698576716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=197807451698576716&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/197807451698576716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/197807451698576716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/03/accidental-tourist.html' title='The Accidental Tourist'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NAPjXZwVonw/TY3YouwSirI/AAAAAAAAIjE/u_35rtyFOTo/s72-c/Accidental%2BTourist%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-7006577285717714455</id><published>2011-03-20T09:32:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T09:56:22.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl with a Pearl Earring</title><content type='html'>I recently watched &lt;em&gt;Girl with a Pearl Earring&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdJDbxd3IJE/TYYTnwXFSII/AAAAAAAAIQ0/pKqIYLccrVk/s1600/A%2BPearl%2BEarring%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdJDbxd3IJE/TYYTnwXFSII/AAAAAAAAIQ0/pKqIYLccrVk/s400/A%2BPearl%2BEarring%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586173961517222018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colin Firth plays the Dutch painter Johannes Vermeer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmT3TstdA30/TYYTn12H8bI/AAAAAAAAIQs/HWfxLTkh0m8/s1600/A%2BPearl%2BEarring%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vmT3TstdA30/TYYTn12H8bI/AAAAAAAAIQs/HWfxLTkh0m8/s400/A%2BPearl%2BEarring%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586173962989597106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is a fictional account of the 1665 painting by the same name.  Scarlett Johannsen plays the girl.  In reality, this young woman's identity is not known and very little is known about the background of Vermeer's most famous work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1IHRkqNC-eA/TYYTnrkgfzI/AAAAAAAAIQk/padjoUIYf8Y/s1600/A%2BPearl%2BEarring%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1IHRkqNC-eA/TYYTnrkgfzI/AAAAAAAAIQk/padjoUIYf8Y/s400/A%2BPearl%2BEarring%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586173960231354162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is extremely well done and has wonderful costumes, good acting and excellent photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MbTuCLR0ZzI/TYYTnulf3OI/AAAAAAAAIQc/I4qvR1pS630/s1600/A%2BPearl%2BEarring%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MbTuCLR0ZzI/TYYTnulf3OI/AAAAAAAAIQc/I4qvR1pS630/s400/A%2BPearl%2BEarring%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586173961040813282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the original painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TpqbGhmVRmU/TYYU7M2C2jI/AAAAAAAAIRE/luZYgN912JE/s1600/A%2BPearl%2BEarring%2B%25232.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TpqbGhmVRmU/TYYU7M2C2jI/AAAAAAAAIRE/luZYgN912JE/s400/A%2BPearl%2BEarring%2B%25232.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586175395092421170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie replica shown below is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWq0MOt4ubw/TYYU6-bvE7I/AAAAAAAAIQ8/f-SLtTrcbQo/s1600/A%2BPearl%2BEarring%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWq0MOt4ubw/TYYU6-bvE7I/AAAAAAAAIQ8/f-SLtTrcbQo/s400/A%2BPearl%2BEarring%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586175391223976882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not seen this movie I recommend it - especially if you enjoy art or history.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-7006577285717714455?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/7006577285717714455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=7006577285717714455&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7006577285717714455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7006577285717714455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-with-pearl-earring.html' title='Girl with a Pearl Earring'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdJDbxd3IJE/TYYTnwXFSII/AAAAAAAAIQ0/pKqIYLccrVk/s72-c/A%2BPearl%2BEarring%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-4394438225202468270</id><published>2011-03-15T17:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:15:13.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iowa Historical Building</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the Iowa Historical Museum in Des Moines. It is a nice, newer building - a far cry from the building I went to as a child. That was pretty much like an overstuffed attic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2Ik2ydEUCs/TX_sh8TjDVI/AAAAAAAAIOs/f5Y8oTwyyCw/s1600/A%2BDay%2B%25231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2Ik2ydEUCs/TX_sh8TjDVI/AAAAAAAAIOs/f5Y8oTwyyCw/s400/A%2BDay%2B%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584442130830658898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You notice this airplane in the atrium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXLpxGhirMA/TX_shEVeBkI/AAAAAAAAIOU/x9nM1kg-P2A/s1600/A%2BDay%2B%25234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UXLpxGhirMA/TX_shEVeBkI/AAAAAAAAIOU/x9nM1kg-P2A/s400/A%2BDay%2B%25234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584442115806332482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one. They remind you of an ultra light airplane. Notice the frame and even the propellers are made of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_O9X2nqhoUw/TX_oHQdbYhI/AAAAAAAAIMc/SFEDbOzG-xk/s1600/A%2BDay%2B%252316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_O9X2nqhoUw/TX_oHQdbYhI/AAAAAAAAIMc/SFEDbOzG-xk/s400/A%2BDay%2B%252316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584437274337829394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to have a stage coach. I looked at this pretty closely and determined it would be a hard way to go across country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzx60QsK1oY/TX_shgTob_I/AAAAAAAAIOk/wppqYK3-5Bw/s1600/A%2BDay%2B%25232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pzx60QsK1oY/TX_shgTob_I/AAAAAAAAIOk/wppqYK3-5Bw/s400/A%2BDay%2B%25232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584442123314819058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was probably a lot faster and more comfortable that the Conestoga wagon -- the schooner of the prairie. I was surprised at how tall these wagons are - the back wheels are about six feet high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Baqbnfwptc/TX_p0-GXYcI/AAAAAAAAIN8/7mADvuAazhU/s1600/A%2BDay%2B%25237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Baqbnfwptc/TX_p0-GXYcI/AAAAAAAAIN8/7mADvuAazhU/s400/A%2BDay%2B%25237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584439159194870210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. These buffalo are not real, are they? They are ... big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDODdG2KcHo/TX_p0cqp0cI/AAAAAAAAIN0/l4tO5xQpZx8/s1600/A%2BDay%2B%25239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yDODdG2KcHo/TX_p0cqp0cI/AAAAAAAAIN0/l4tO5xQpZx8/s400/A%2BDay%2B%25239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584439150220267970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Des Moines does not have Sue the Tyrannosaurus Rex at the Chicago Field Museum of Natural History, but it does have this 14-tall skeleton of a woolly mammoth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOq01XA7l5s/TX_sgwGXxiI/AAAAAAAAIOM/t0zRfX4vXNQ/s1600/A%2BDay%2B%25235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WOq01XA7l5s/TX_sgwGXxiI/AAAAAAAAIOM/t0zRfX4vXNQ/s400/A%2BDay%2B%25235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584442110374299170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These animals were similar to elephants and were huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WEJ9QQY_SKM/TX_p1BXsxMI/AAAAAAAAIOE/6MjkgFCFL_k/s1600/A%2BDay%2B%25236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WEJ9QQY_SKM/TX_p1BXsxMI/AAAAAAAAIOE/6MjkgFCFL_k/s400/A%2BDay%2B%25236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584439160072881346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forwarding in time, I liked this old pay phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-kC4FtwJGA/TX_oH0iPqzI/AAAAAAAAIMs/HV1Qvv2vHcI/s1600/A%2BDay%2B%252313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-kC4FtwJGA/TX_oH0iPqzI/AAAAAAAAIMs/HV1Qvv2vHcI/s400/A%2BDay%2B%252313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584437284021709618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gas pump was interesting -- and the price of gasoline was 17.6 cents a gallon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldj6dz68P_4/TX_shXT4A1I/AAAAAAAAIOc/sfrUEtrqpi4/s1600/A%2BDay%2B%25233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldj6dz68P_4/TX_shXT4A1I/AAAAAAAAIOc/sfrUEtrqpi4/s400/A%2BDay%2B%25233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584442120899920722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cartoon drawn by Ding Darling, a famous political cartoonist for the Des Moines Register for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00sSiNkJ1cM/TX_p0DvFfcI/AAAAAAAAINs/D3LqCo58Dh8/s1600/A%2BDay%2B%252310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00sSiNkJ1cM/TX_p0DvFfcI/AAAAAAAAINs/D3LqCo58Dh8/s400/A%2BDay%2B%252310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584439143527972290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window you could see the top of the Iowa Capitol Building. There was a large rally gathering to protest something or other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gif4hxzeRNo/TX_oIa1izvI/AAAAAAAAIM8/W-Lq6LH6NYk/s1600/A%2BDay%2B%252311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gif4hxzeRNo/TX_oIa1izvI/AAAAAAAAIM8/W-Lq6LH6NYk/s400/A%2BDay%2B%252311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584437294303203058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was looking at history, there were people across the street making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-4394438225202468270?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/4394438225202468270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=4394438225202468270&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4394438225202468270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4394438225202468270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/03/iowa-historical-building.html' title='Iowa Historical Building'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M2Ik2ydEUCs/TX_sh8TjDVI/AAAAAAAAIOs/f5Y8oTwyyCw/s72-c/A%2BDay%2B%25231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-7272699102668137326</id><published>2011-02-13T19:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T05:21:30.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Yellow Taxi</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite artists has always been Joni Mitchell.  Like a fine wine she has gotten better with age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qind7Pzgm2I/TViUe0yPICI/AAAAAAAAIMU/DMx4QTTVOug/s1600/A%2BJoni%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qind7Pzgm2I/TViUe0yPICI/AAAAAAAAIMU/DMx4QTTVOug/s400/A%2BJoni%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573367796157325346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a rendition of her redone version of &lt;em&gt;Big Yellow Taxi&lt;/em&gt;.  Here's the lyrics and you will see she tells the story about how people paved over paradise to put up a parking lot and a pink hotel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot &lt;br /&gt;With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot &lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go &lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you've got till it's gone &lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum &lt;br /&gt;And then they charged all the people twenty-five bucks just to see 'em &lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go &lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you've got till it's gone &lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdp5Olg3SKo/TViUe70he6I/AAAAAAAAIMM/Fl3BaqCtsS4/s1600/A%2BJoni%2B%25237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sdp5Olg3SKo/TViUe70he6I/AAAAAAAAIMM/Fl3BaqCtsS4/s400/A%2BJoni%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573367798045965218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey farmer, farmer, put away your DDT now &lt;br /&gt;Give me spots on my apples but leave me the birds and the bees, please &lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go &lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you've got till it's gone &lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go &lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you've got till it's gone &lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-jWVwbhUSE/TViUU6X8n1I/AAAAAAAAILs/G8awgkx_WfY/s1600/A%2BJoni%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8-jWVwbhUSE/TViUU6X8n1I/AAAAAAAAILs/G8awgkx_WfY/s400/A%2BJoni%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573367625858981714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late last night I heard the screen door slam &lt;br /&gt;And a big yellow taxi carried off my old man &lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go &lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you've got till it's gone &lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't it always seem to go &lt;br /&gt;That you don't know what you've got till it's gone &lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise and put up a parking lot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text &amp; Musik: Joni Mitchell &lt;br /&gt;(c) 1970 Siquomb Publishing Corp. (BMI) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video and you will see a series of images of Joni Mitchell from a young age to maturity.  And the new version of &lt;em&gt;Big Yellow Taxi &lt;/em&gt;is really good.  (I believe this collection of images was complied by Dr. Rob Dammet of North Hollywood.  It is very well done.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aRN6J16qVVM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-7272699102668137326?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/7272699102668137326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=7272699102668137326&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7272699102668137326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7272699102668137326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/02/big-yellow-taxi.html' title='Big Yellow Taxi'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qind7Pzgm2I/TViUe0yPICI/AAAAAAAAIMU/DMx4QTTVOug/s72-c/A%2BJoni%2B%25239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-5056445220862083867</id><published>2011-01-21T20:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T20:22:37.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Dogs</title><content type='html'>Iowa in the winter is ... flat. Looks sort of like the Arctic, doesn't it?  Lately it has felt like the Arctic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTo99Y010nI/AAAAAAAAILY/3vQx0yi_mjQ/s1600/Snow%2BDog%2B%25236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTo99Y010nI/AAAAAAAAILY/3vQx0yi_mjQ/s400/Snow%2BDog%2B%25236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564828414415065714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I thought I saw the sun in a different part of the sky.  Something didn't look right so I stepped out to see what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTo9yMzPYBI/AAAAAAAAILA/Jn29oOBHdMA/s1600/Snow%2BDog%2B%25233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTo9yMzPYBI/AAAAAAAAILA/Jn29oOBHdMA/s400/Snow%2BDog%2B%25233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564828222208565266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was seeing was a sun dog.  We see these when the weather gets very cold and the sun is out.  You can see the sun to the right and the sun dog to the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTo9xja9bwI/AAAAAAAAIKw/II_4eCqwBaM/s1600/Snow%2BDog%2B%25231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTo9xja9bwI/AAAAAAAAIKw/II_4eCqwBaM/s400/Snow%2BDog%2B%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564828211100872450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another dog -- Bailey.  I think he's ready to go in.  Not a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTo9y7JDXHI/AAAAAAAAILQ/c2FwknvQehE/s1600/Snow%2BDog%2B%25235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTo9y7JDXHI/AAAAAAAAILQ/c2FwknvQehE/s400/Snow%2BDog%2B%25235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564828234648083570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.  If live in a warm place, enjoy it!  Otherwise, get inside and stay warm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-5056445220862083867?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/5056445220862083867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=5056445220862083867&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5056445220862083867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5056445220862083867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/01/sun-dogs.html' title='Sun Dogs'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTo99Y010nI/AAAAAAAAILY/3vQx0yi_mjQ/s72-c/Snow%2BDog%2B%25236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-359407980146951441</id><published>2011-01-19T19:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:51:28.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>Today I was in Walgreens buying generic ibuprohen and I saw a package of chocolate I have always liked -- but never buy because I think it is too expensive.  But today, for some unknown reason, I bought the chocolate (and the ibuprohen, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTeMibGCAyI/AAAAAAAAIJ4/4-sUCw95G70/s1600/A%2BGuilty%2B%25231.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTeMibGCAyI/AAAAAAAAIJ4/4-sUCw95G70/s400/A%2BGuilty%2B%25231.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564070387656033058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me thinking.  There are a lot of things I like but rarely buy.  I love the &lt;em&gt;New York Times &lt;/em&gt;but rarely get it.  Still, I like reading a REAL newspaper.  As in spreading it out on the kitchen table or reading it in my office.  I don't like reading papers on a computer monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTeMjt5Yp-I/AAAAAAAAIKQ/9ZtK2sYKHe4/s1600/A%2BGuilty%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTeMjt5Yp-I/AAAAAAAAIKQ/9ZtK2sYKHe4/s400/A%2BGuilty%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564070409883133922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child I always loved buying comic books.  They really were only 12 cents in those days.  Today I own one Jetsons comic book which I have displayed on a shelf.  I might go on eBay and buy another one - or three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTeMwEEnPcI/AAAAAAAAIKg/deY80NIzxr8/s1600/A%2BGuilty%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTeMwEEnPcI/AAAAAAAAIKg/deY80NIzxr8/s400/A%2BGuilty%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564070621994237378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every spring I buy a couple of magazines that deal with the upcoming baseball season.  And every fall I buy a few magazines that give a preview of college football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTeMkXbFhUI/AAAAAAAAIKY/tgeCqdS-tSk/s1600/A%2BGuilty%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTeMkXbFhUI/AAAAAAAAIKY/tgeCqdS-tSk/s400/A%2BGuilty%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564070421030339906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I am in a grocery store or a convenience store, I just might splurge and buy one of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTeU9qazgyI/AAAAAAAAIKo/VCL7s-YvGC8/s1600/A%2BGuilty%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTeU9qazgyI/AAAAAAAAIKo/VCL7s-YvGC8/s400/A%2BGuilty%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564079651719185186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only live once.  If you do things in moderation, it is nice to make life a bit more fun with ... something fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-359407980146951441?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/359407980146951441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=359407980146951441&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/359407980146951441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/359407980146951441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/01/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TTeMibGCAyI/AAAAAAAAIJ4/4-sUCw95G70/s72-c/A%2BGuilty%2B%25231.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-2305623293758658177</id><published>2011-01-13T19:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:11:01.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for the Steam Train!</title><content type='html'>Right now the Union Pacific Railroad is having a contest to determine where a steam train will run this summer.  They will pick the route based on a vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS-lNuj6NmI/AAAAAAAAIJQ/BTWxukZSbao/s1600/A%2BSteam%2BTrain%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS-lNuj6NmI/AAAAAAAAIJQ/BTWxukZSbao/s400/A%2BSteam%2BTrain%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561845720081380962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping they will choose the route that goes through Iowa.  It is called the Tuscola Turn and starts in Boone, Iowa, and goes to Illinois.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Tuscola Turn (Iowa / Illinois) Route was leading the voting but the Little Rock Express has taken the lead today (Thursday).  The voting goes through next Monday, January 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS-lOUra69I/AAAAAAAAIJw/4YigW8qPVVQ/s1600/A%2BSteam%2BTrain%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS-lOUra69I/AAAAAAAAIJw/4YigW8qPVVQ/s400/A%2BSteam%2BTrain%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561845730313432018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you please take a moment and vote for the Tuscola Route?  I think any and every vote will help.  If you know of any one who could get the word out, I would appreciate it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS-lOFxCDKI/AAAAAAAAIJo/ks4hskUoNBU/s1600/A%2BSteam%2BTrain%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS-lOFxCDKI/AAAAAAAAIJo/ks4hskUoNBU/s400/A%2BSteam%2BTrain%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561845726310436002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you might know people who are on Facebook or have a mailing list through their work.  Go to the &lt;a href="http://www.upexcursion.com/"&gt;Union Pacific Excursion &lt;/a&gt;website and you can vote! If the link is not working, here is the URL: http://www.upexcursion.com/&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The first time you vote it takes a bit of time as you have to submit your email address, etc. but any time you vote after the first time it is just a click of the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS-lOIHdXkI/AAAAAAAAIJg/J-TMBsaB6NU/s1600/A%2BSteam%2BTrain%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS-lOIHdXkI/AAAAAAAAIJg/J-TMBsaB6NU/s400/A%2BSteam%2BTrain%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561845726941371970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The voting is so close EVERY VOTE WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS-lNm8sCBI/AAAAAAAAIJY/SajkejGLtV4/s1600/A%2BSteam%2BTrain%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS-lNm8sCBI/AAAAAAAAIJY/SajkejGLtV4/s400/A%2BSteam%2BTrain%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561845718037825554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you if you can help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-2305623293758658177?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/2305623293758658177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=2305623293758658177&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/2305623293758658177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/2305623293758658177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/01/vote-for-steam-train.html' title='Vote for the Steam Train!'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS-lNuj6NmI/AAAAAAAAIJQ/BTWxukZSbao/s72-c/A%2BSteam%2BTrain%2B%25231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-666307760961950364</id><published>2011-01-12T11:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T19:04:51.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big, Bigger, Biggest</title><content type='html'>When I first moved to the country a man told me "always get the biggest piece of equipment you can afford -- you will never be sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have now been here in the country for many years and every year I realize how right he was.  You can have a nice little snowblower that works fine in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5D_SY55nI/AAAAAAAAIII/qr0tnvovvMQ/s1600/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5D_SY55nI/AAAAAAAAIII/qr0tnvovvMQ/s400/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561457344396256882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the country, well ... let's get serious.  This is my tractor and loader.  It has been a life saver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5LfZbzRUI/AAAAAAAAIIw/_La5-ezraVI/s1600/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5LfZbzRUI/AAAAAAAAIIw/_La5-ezraVI/s400/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561465592624661826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I see even bigger machines that can move a ton of snow in a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5D_qerrNI/AAAAAAAAIIQ/3SD_qe1ZsP0/s1600/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5D_qerrNI/AAAAAAAAIIQ/3SD_qe1ZsP0/s400/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561457350862941394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If want to get REALLY serious, well ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5OFGKhTEI/AAAAAAAAIJA/nfKySMnKOpI/s1600/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%252310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5OFGKhTEI/AAAAAAAAIJA/nfKySMnKOpI/s400/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%252310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561468439310191682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same with lawns.  A nice push mower is great for a small lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5JPjm6LoI/AAAAAAAAIIY/4tDKpWAwMDk/s1600/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5JPjm6LoI/AAAAAAAAIIY/4tDKpWAwMDk/s400/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561463121454444162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you have very much grass, well, let's mow it and not take all day about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5Ler85XuI/AAAAAAAAIIo/JeFhjfWY4Ik/s1600/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5Ler85XuI/AAAAAAAAIIo/JeFhjfWY4Ik/s400/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561465580415442658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, this machine is even bigger and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5JPvV0ywI/AAAAAAAAIIg/YE8LsCSVjow/s1600/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5JPvV0ywI/AAAAAAAAIIg/YE8LsCSVjow/s400/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561463124604013314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, THIS is one FAST machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5NO89gn_I/AAAAAAAAII4/qPo4ODmTbnY/s1600/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5NO89gn_I/AAAAAAAAII4/qPo4ODmTbnY/s400/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561467509126766578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men and their toys, huh?  Guess I will drive into town and get some bread and milk.  Wonder what it would be like to pull into the parking lot with this truck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5PQbLFq0I/AAAAAAAAIJI/lMGc4qwbD1Q/s1600/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%252311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5PQbLFq0I/AAAAAAAAIJI/lMGc4qwbD1Q/s400/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%252311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561469733439908674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-666307760961950364?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/666307760961950364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=666307760961950364&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/666307760961950364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/666307760961950364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/01/big-bigger-biggest.html' title='Big, Bigger, Biggest'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TS5D_SY55nI/AAAAAAAAIII/qr0tnvovvMQ/s72-c/A%2BSnow%2BPup%2B%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-3112511240775633226</id><published>2011-01-05T20:43:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:38:36.399-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disconnected</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time TVs looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSUt8M_cx9I/AAAAAAAAIHU/nmfQBzp6AAU/s1600/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25232.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSUt8M_cx9I/AAAAAAAAIHU/nmfQBzp6AAU/s400/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25232.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558899827361499090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When color TVs came out, we thought it was really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSUspir1yTI/AAAAAAAAIHM/5xmw4jAyrzg/s1600/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSUspir1yTI/AAAAAAAAIHM/5xmw4jAyrzg/s400/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558898407255689522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are seeing 3D TVs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSUxRgtaDwI/AAAAAAAAIHc/_vGcHzD6l9c/s1600/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSUxRgtaDwI/AAAAAAAAIHc/_vGcHzD6l9c/s400/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558903491966668546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need special glasses to see the 3D.  TVs are getting bigger and flatter and faster and ... bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSUyAJTlFsI/AAAAAAAAIHk/9CA8MrSQ6b0/s1600/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSUyAJTlFsI/AAAAAAAAIHk/9CA8MrSQ6b0/s400/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558904293138175682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like most people have cable or satellite TV these days.  You can get over 100 channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSU0KY9mdkI/AAAAAAAAIHs/m3kgvkst7j8/s1600/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25235.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSU0KY9mdkI/AAAAAAAAIHs/m3kgvkst7j8/s400/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25235.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558906668162905666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I disconnected my satellite TV.  I went from multiple sports, news, movie and other channels to broadcast TV.  I now have five stations:  ABC, CBS, NBC, PBS and Fox.  I also have two other stations that seem to show reruns.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am doing things like reading.  As in books.  That you can hold in your hands and turn the pages.  As in what this person is doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSU3boDk3AI/AAAAAAAAIH0/k9gDVVVqkJU/s1600/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSU3boDk3AI/AAAAAAAAIH0/k9gDVVVqkJU/s400/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558910262807157762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  It's a bit cold here to be reading outside by a river.  But I can read books and newspapers and enjoy the quiet.  It is sort of like the fantasy I have always had of living in a remote cabin with no phones, no TV, no computer, no anything but quiet and nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSU4V-2TExI/AAAAAAAAIH8/xtcg6wqFG8s/s1600/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSU4V-2TExI/AAAAAAAAIH8/xtcg6wqFG8s/s400/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558911265357894418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is good in moderation.  TV is nice and I will get reconnected in the future.  But for now the solitude is refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-3112511240775633226?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/3112511240775633226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=3112511240775633226&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/3112511240775633226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/3112511240775633226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/01/disconnected.html' title='Disconnected'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSUt8M_cx9I/AAAAAAAAIHU/nmfQBzp6AAU/s72-c/An%2BOld%2BTV%2B%25232.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-5796521326888587818</id><published>2011-01-02T07:49:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T08:45:59.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lowest Moment 2010</title><content type='html'>The lowest moment of the past year, in my opinion, was the judicial retention vote here in Iowa in November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Vander Plaats, a man who was not able to get the Republican nomination for governor, turned his efforts towards having three of our Iowa Supreme Court justices voted out of office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSCFmqSGOKI/AAAAAAAAIGk/66jw6LMHaK4/s1600/A%2BSad%2BMoment%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSCFmqSGOKI/AAAAAAAAIGk/66jw6LMHaK4/s400/A%2BSad%2BMoment%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557588839406909602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man and his followers see simplistic solutions to complex issues. He uses the Bible to support his logic - or lack of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April, 2009, our Supreme Court ruled that same sex marriage was legal. The ruling was extremely well written and it was a proud moment for our state. However, a group of radical right wingers were outraged and money poured in from around the country to send a message that gay marriage would not be tolerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSCCwVYvRlI/AAAAAAAAIGc/thyNVbjsBeA/s1600/A%2BSad%2BMoment%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSCCwVYvRlI/AAAAAAAAIGc/thyNVbjsBeA/s400/A%2BSad%2BMoment%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557585707061429842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief Justice Marsha Ternus, Justice David Baker and Justice Michael Streit were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Their names were up for retention and by a 52-48 percent vote, they were not retained. To me it is unbelievable that an 52 out of every 100 voters could be so intolerant and ignorant. It is truly a sad moment in our state's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSCCwBATZeI/AAAAAAAAIGU/YaVqt4HF9rU/s1600/A%2BSad%2BMoment%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSCCwBATZeI/AAAAAAAAIGU/YaVqt4HF9rU/s400/A%2BSad%2BMoment%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557585701590230498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Vander Plaats is raising money to have the other four justices impeached. Apparently he and his followers believe that judges who do not agree with his beliefs are guilty of high crimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I respect a person's right to engage in political debate, I do not have to respect a person nor his followers when they are so narrow minded and self righteous. If Jesus Christ were walking among us, I seriously doubt He would agree with people like Bob Vander Plaats.  In fact, the Vander Plaats of the world would most likely find Jesus Christ to be repulsive given His liberal views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Iowa Supreme Court had the courage and wisdom to make a bold, progressive and proper decision in April, 2009, and they are to be commended for their action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSCFm84I2aI/AAAAAAAAIGs/1ekst0C55Pw/s1600/A%2BSad%2BMoment%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSCFm84I2aI/AAAAAAAAIGs/1ekst0C55Pw/s400/A%2BSad%2BMoment%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557588844398303650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Iowa Supreme Court has a long history of being progressive in the area of civil rights. In 1839 (more than 20 years before the Civil War) our court ruled that slavery was wrong and that a black man could not be forced to return to his master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1846 the Iowa court ruled that inter-racial marriage was legal. It would not be until 1967 that the United States Supreme Court ruled state law making inter-racial marriage a crime was illegal. (That is true and the state court judge in the case used the Bible to support his ruling that inter-racial marriage was wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1869, Iowa became the first state to license women as lawyers. The first was Arabella Mansfield of Mount Pleasant, Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSCIpqUXzKI/AAAAAAAAIG0/LLBn3YiTI-k/s1600/A%2BSad%2BMoment%2B%25237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSCIpqUXzKI/AAAAAAAAIG0/LLBn3YiTI-k/s400/A%2BSad%2BMoment%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557592189490941090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a short clip from the West Wing when President Bartlett uses Bible quotations to make a point with a woman who refuses to stand when he enters the room. She is Dr. Jacobs who is the thinly disguised real Dr. Laura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen this you might want to take a look. It captures my sentiments exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSXJzybEeJM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DSXJzybEeJM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-5796521326888587818?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/5796521326888587818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=5796521326888587818&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5796521326888587818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5796521326888587818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/01/lowest-moment-2010.html' title='Lowest Moment 2010'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TSCFmqSGOKI/AAAAAAAAIGk/66jw6LMHaK4/s72-c/A%2BSad%2BMoment%2B%25235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-8722037783260950725</id><published>2011-01-01T00:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:01:00.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Moment 2010</title><content type='html'>On this New Year's Day, I wanted to take a look back at my favorite moment of 2010.  There were actually a lot of good things that happened but the most memorable moment, at least for me, involved a professional baseball player and umpire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The player was Armando Galarraga.  On June 2, 2010, Galarraga had pitched a perfect game through 8 2/3 innings.  No hits.  No walks.  Just three up, three down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last batter hit a ground ball that was thrown to the first baseman.  It was a close play and the umpire called the runner .... safe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TR52M_QGwSI/AAAAAAAAIGE/VX3Ce8o1FV4/s1600/A%2BPerfect%2BGAme%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TR52M_QGwSI/AAAAAAAAIGE/VX3Ce8o1FV4/s400/A%2BPerfect%2BGAme%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557008955731263778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was stunned.  How could that have happened?  A perfect game - something that is beyond rare - seemed to have happened.  And then it did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within moments it was clear from instant replay that the runner was actually out.  The umpire had missed the call.  However, professional baseball does not use instant replay to review calls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TR5m0f7Bc-I/AAAAAAAAIF0/3K5k2GQk-ZQ/s1600/A%2BPerfect%2BGame%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TR5m0f7Bc-I/AAAAAAAAIF0/3K5k2GQk-ZQ/s400/A%2BPerfect%2BGame%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556992042330059746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next batter came up, grounded out and the game was over.  The call could not be changed.  No one felt worse about it than the umpire, Jim Joyce.  Mr. Joyce is an extremely respected umpire by players, umpires and managers.  He is one of the best.  Still, like all of us, he is human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears were flowing down his face the next day when he and the pitcher, Armando Galarraga, met at home plate in a show of unity and forgiveness.  It was a hard moment to watch.  But it was one I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TR5m0Mb6WVI/AAAAAAAAIFs/Xy5BVMEtpQM/s1600/A%2BPerfect%2BGame%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TR5m0Mb6WVI/AAAAAAAAIFs/Xy5BVMEtpQM/s400/A%2BPerfect%2BGame%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556992037099297106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pitcher did get a new car from his Detroit Tigers. And most people will remember him and his near perfect game more than if he had actually gotten credit for the perfect game. Still, what I remember the most is how honorable both men acted through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TR5m0ZMD1JI/AAAAAAAAIF8/qDCiJhHgQtg/s1600/A%2BPerfect%2BGame%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TR5m0ZMD1JI/AAAAAAAAIF8/qDCiJhHgQtg/s400/A%2BPerfect%2BGame%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556992040522470546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Joyce and Armando Galarrago were recognized at the 2010 ESPY Award Program this summer.  Right after the incident happened and the days that followed both were professional and respectful of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TR5mz07ZcWI/AAAAAAAAIFk/mmdBBlWbNGw/s1600/A%2BPerfect%2BGame%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TR5mz07ZcWI/AAAAAAAAIFk/mmdBBlWbNGw/s400/A%2BPerfect%2BGame%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556992030788907362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this day and age of over paid athletes who are often not role models, it is inspiring to see two men who have the character of Jim Joyce and Armando Galarraga.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and Happy New Year to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-8722037783260950725?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/8722037783260950725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=8722037783260950725&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/8722037783260950725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/8722037783260950725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2011/01/favorite-moment-2010.html' title='Favorite Moment 2010'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TR52M_QGwSI/AAAAAAAAIGE/VX3Ce8o1FV4/s72-c/A%2BPerfect%2BGAme%2B%25236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-674365604621387903</id><published>2010-12-27T00:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T00:01:00.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Johanna!</title><content type='html'>Today - December 27 - is &lt;a href="http://majorityoftwo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Johanna's&lt;/a&gt; birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfaHoEr2GI/AAAAAAAAIFQ/O6MnE11_u64/s1600/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%252314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfaHoEr2GI/AAAAAAAAIFQ/O6MnE11_u64/s400/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%252314.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555148489935804514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like to find various images on Google to post on her birthday.  A blast from the past is always fun.  And, yes, I remember when records cost less than a dollar.  The 45s were often under 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfZ2URwNJI/AAAAAAAAIEw/-xdaIteHpq0/s1600/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%252310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfZ2URwNJI/AAAAAAAAIEw/-xdaIteHpq0/s400/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%252310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555148192564130962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These loggers are a tradion every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfZ11bSDsI/AAAAAAAAIEY/HsVbV-pQXiw/s1600/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfZ11bSDsI/AAAAAAAAIEY/HsVbV-pQXiw/s400/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555148184282599106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to tell you about these flags.  The Vancouver flag, the Canadian flag and the flag of British Columbia.  They are, of course, flying high in your honor today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfWKZMSD0I/AAAAAAAAID4/rjm-mncZKBs/s1600/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfWKZMSD0I/AAAAAAAAID4/rjm-mncZKBs/s400/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555144139434233666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, this is NOT me.  But, yes, you DO have your, uh ... admirers!  Talk about special delivery... oh well.  What?  You just happen to have a hat pin??!  Johanna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfaHKFvkZI/AAAAAAAAIFI/xO7z9f-VJGw/s1600/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%252313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfaHKFvkZI/AAAAAAAAIFI/xO7z9f-VJGw/s400/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%252313.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555148481887179154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine and dark chocolate.  Now THAT sounds like a balanced meal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfaG6RnOTI/AAAAAAAAIFA/J7EQt13QKj8/s1600/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%252312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfaG6RnOTI/AAAAAAAAIFA/J7EQt13QKj8/s400/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%252312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555148477641996594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cup cakes are fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfZ2oJ8q4I/AAAAAAAAIE4/o0R35yvHy0o/s1600/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%252311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfZ2oJ8q4I/AAAAAAAAIE4/o0R35yvHy0o/s400/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%252311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555148197900102530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this fellow is having a very, very good time.  I think.  Reminds me of a few office parties but let's not get into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfZ2OIQCWI/AAAAAAAAIEo/B0ibB4HqZOY/s1600/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfZ2OIQCWI/AAAAAAAAIEo/B0ibB4HqZOY/s400/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555148190913661282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candles are a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfZ2BG6N7I/AAAAAAAAIEg/N85htu_gPUw/s1600/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%25238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 362px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfZ2BG6N7I/AAAAAAAAIEg/N85htu_gPUw/s400/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555148187418376114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a special person wishing you a happy birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfeU95JnhI/AAAAAAAAIFY/DXxtaxPfg4Q/s1600/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%252316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfeU95JnhI/AAAAAAAAIFY/DXxtaxPfg4Q/s400/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%252316.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555153117177814546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out today and laugh, eat, enjoy and have fun.  This is YOUR day.  We had a small celebration two days ago but today will be REALLY special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Johanna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-674365604621387903?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/674365604621387903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=674365604621387903&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/674365604621387903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/674365604621387903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday-johanna_27.html' title='Happy Birthday Johanna!'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRfaHoEr2GI/AAAAAAAAIFQ/O6MnE11_u64/s72-c/A%2BHappy%2BBirthday%2B%252314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-4376496785408879343</id><published>2010-12-25T18:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T18:54:09.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>True Grit 2010</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I went and saw the Coen Brothers' version of True Grit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRaPUGO3BcI/AAAAAAAAIDQ/24rSRflLuJo/s1600/A%2BTrue%2BGrit%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRaPUGO3BcI/AAAAAAAAIDQ/24rSRflLuJo/s400/A%2BTrue%2BGrit%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554784765841180098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought there would not be a big crowd on Christmas Day.  I was wrong.  The theatre was packed.  I am not sure if it is because the movie is so popular or because people were looking for something to do.  Probably both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is based on the novel by Charles Portis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRaPUbUEuQI/AAAAAAAAIDY/T2SeVIK2tTE/s1600/A%2BTrue%2BGrit%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRaPUbUEuQI/AAAAAAAAIDY/T2SeVIK2tTE/s400/A%2BTrue%2BGrit%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554784771500194050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Jeff Bridges and Matt Damon get the biggest hype, the real star is Hallie Steinfeld.  Hallie plays 14-year old Mattie Ross, a girl who hires Marshall Rooster Cogburn to find the man who killed her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRaPU_vRrZI/AAAAAAAAIDo/kKN_ayUSoqs/s1600/A%2BTrue%2BGrit%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRaPU_vRrZI/AAAAAAAAIDo/kKN_ayUSoqs/s400/A%2BTrue%2BGrit%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554784781277965714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallie Steinfeld was 13 years old when the film was made.  Watching her on screen she seems much more mature in terms of age and acting experience.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRaPVL5i9eI/AAAAAAAAIDw/mZlvpEBbWWE/s1600/A%2BTrue%2BGrit%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRaPVL5i9eI/AAAAAAAAIDw/mZlvpEBbWWE/s400/A%2BTrue%2BGrit%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554784784542266850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get a chance, I recommend seeing the new True Grit.  I think you will enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRaPUulY7dI/AAAAAAAAIDg/BByS2NnQlhs/s1600/A%2BTrue%2BGrit%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRaPUulY7dI/AAAAAAAAIDg/BByS2NnQlhs/s400/A%2BTrue%2BGrit%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554784776673095122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a bit graphic in spots but as with any Coen Brothers film, the filming is excellent and the pace is appropriate for the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-4376496785408879343?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/4376496785408879343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=4376496785408879343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4376496785408879343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4376496785408879343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/12/true-grit-2010.html' title='True Grit 2010'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRaPUGO3BcI/AAAAAAAAIDQ/24rSRflLuJo/s72-c/A%2BTrue%2BGrit%2B%25235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-6007603548879330981</id><published>2010-12-23T07:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T08:06:07.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There is No Rose</title><content type='html'>There are many beautiful Christmas songs.  One of my favorites is &lt;em&gt;There is No Rose&lt;/em&gt;.  This was written in about 1420 and is a traditional English song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wood cut image appeared in the Church of England's Book of Common Prayer in 1846 - more than 400 years after the song was written.  (Thank you to Blog by the Sea, December 13, 2008, for this information.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRNTAbQF9MI/AAAAAAAAIC0/ir5e7kGjdZg/s1600/A%2BRose%2B%25231.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRNTAbQF9MI/AAAAAAAAIC0/ir5e7kGjdZg/s400/A%2BRose%2B%25231.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553874032258315458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear this song on the radio or find it on CDs in stores.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRNTAa4OTdI/AAAAAAAAIC8/XzSXtpK8-LM/s1600/A%2BRose%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRNTAa4OTdI/AAAAAAAAIC8/XzSXtpK8-LM/s400/A%2BRose%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553874032158199250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Luther College Nordic Choir does a beautiful rendition of this work.  You can literally hear the angels singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRNVnCmDmnI/AAAAAAAAIDE/qCo8gDmYbfU/s1600/A%2BRose%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRNVnCmDmnI/AAAAAAAAIDE/qCo8gDmYbfU/s400/A%2BRose%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553876894677703282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no rose of such virtue&lt;br /&gt;As is the rose that bare Jesu;&lt;br /&gt;    Alleluia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For in this rose contained was&lt;br /&gt;Heaven and earth in little space;&lt;br /&gt;    Res miranda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that rose we may well see&lt;br /&gt;That he is God in persons three,&lt;br /&gt;    Pari forma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The angels sungen the shepherds to:&lt;br /&gt;Gloria in excelsis deo:&lt;br /&gt;    Gaudeamus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave we all this worldly mirth,&lt;br /&gt;And follow we this joyful birth&lt;br /&gt;    Transeamus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alleluiah, res miranda,&lt;br /&gt;Pares forma, gaudeamus,&lt;br /&gt;    Transeamus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ma9X1wbs3Ic?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ma9X1wbs3Ic?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-6007603548879330981?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/6007603548879330981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=6007603548879330981&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6007603548879330981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6007603548879330981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-is-no-rose.html' title='There is No Rose'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRNTAbQF9MI/AAAAAAAAIC0/ir5e7kGjdZg/s72-c/A%2BRose%2B%25231.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-5049929597798226465</id><published>2010-12-20T19:20:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T14:56:42.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw Three Ships</title><content type='html'>A few people were taken back by my tongue in cheek post a couple of days ago.  So let me set the record straight.  First, I really do have a co-worker who believes Jesus is his buddy and plays Mormon Tabernacle Choir music over his computer.  I think Jesus and the Mormon Tabernacle Choir are both great.  But I don't think either needs to be pushed into my face at my place of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, and more important, Christmas is a beautiful holiday.  It is too beautiful to have been turned into a commercial free for all where such a high priority is placed on materialistic things.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, when I think of Christmas music I think of songs like &lt;em&gt;I Saw Three Ships &lt;/em&gt;being song by an incredible choir.  I like to think of hearing this music in person or watching it on TV in my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRABE7OY_YI/AAAAAAAAIB0/QNAghdwbY6o/s1600/A%2BThree%2BShips%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRABE7OY_YI/AAAAAAAAIB0/QNAghdwbY6o/s400/A%2BThree%2BShips%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552939524676976002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the choir to have a beautiful orchestra backing it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRABFJfx8TI/AAAAAAAAIB8/Xi5O44Kg_ho/s1600/A%2BThree%2BShips%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRABFJfx8TI/AAAAAAAAIB8/Xi5O44Kg_ho/s400/A%2BThree%2BShips%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552939528508010802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year many colleges have Christmas programs.  One of the very best is put on by Luther College of Decorah, Iowa.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRAEKcJVnVI/AAAAAAAAICk/TywSX3fpa1E/s1600/A%2BThree%2BShips%2B%25237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRAEKcJVnVI/AAAAAAAAICk/TywSX3fpa1E/s400/A%2BThree%2BShips%2B%25237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552942917948382546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to these combined groups you feel like you are hearing the angels singing from heaven itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRAEJWejTII/AAAAAAAAICc/HbeZPh4Xd8E/s1600/A%2BThree%2BShips%2B%25238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRAEJWejTII/AAAAAAAAICc/HbeZPh4Xd8E/s400/A%2BThree%2BShips%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552942899246877826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, a real pipe organ is used.  There is no substitute for a pipe organ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRAEIz1cQmI/AAAAAAAAICU/VYnKGqqaUXo/s1600/A%2BThree%2BShips%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRAEIz1cQmI/AAAAAAAAICU/VYnKGqqaUXo/s400/A%2BThree%2BShips%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552942889947644514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bells.  Real handbells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRAFf9EdnLI/AAAAAAAAICs/1MyefrB8flM/s1600/A%2BThree%2BShips%2B%252310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRAFf9EdnLI/AAAAAAAAICs/1MyefrB8flM/s400/A%2BThree%2BShips%2B%252310.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552944387075185842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a few moments to listen to one of the true Christmas classics performed as it should be -- strong, big, powerful and truly angelic.  This was aired over Iowa Public TV in December, 2008.  (You will note there is an announcement that all digital TV will begin in 57 days!) Luther College is very well known for having one of the very best music programs in the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q8ng5XSSk7I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q8ng5XSSk7I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-5049929597798226465?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/5049929597798226465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=5049929597798226465&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5049929597798226465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5049929597798226465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-saw-three-ships.html' title='I Saw Three Ships'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TRABE7OY_YI/AAAAAAAAIB0/QNAghdwbY6o/s72-c/A%2BThree%2BShips%2B%25234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-2506144510375376835</id><published>2010-12-19T08:12:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T12:27:34.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Baby</title><content type='html'>The man in the cubicle next to me claims Jesus is his buddy and that Jesus helps him pick out what tie to wear each day and what route he should take to work.  I am amazed Jesus has the time to deal with such trivial matters, but what do I know? I am not saved much less deposited. I am not even an account receivable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He enjoys listening to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sing traditional Christmas carols. In fact, he often plays them over his computer so the rest of us can, uh, enjoy them. When this happens, I feel it is only appropriate that I play some music I like so he can, well, uh, enjoy my music, too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song to crank up is &lt;em&gt;Santa Baby &lt;/em&gt;by Madonna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQ4XFV2zIMI/AAAAAAAAIAs/IO75xDhkOk8/s1600/A%2BSanta%2BBaby%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQ4XFV2zIMI/AAAAAAAAIAs/IO75xDhkOk8/s400/A%2BSanta%2BBaby%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552400771128172738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this song drives him totally insane. I have no idea why. But if it makes him leave for a while, well, good. As soon as he steps back, I play it again.  He seems to think the song is somehow offensive.  I suggested he take it up with his buddy the next time they go out and have hamburgers, fries and soda.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously the song was made famous in 1953 by Eartha Kitts. Looking at the promotional material for this song it must have been beyond scandalous in the early 1950s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQ4XF1IosEI/AAAAAAAAIBE/x9YGGObNzDY/s1600/A%2BSanta%2BBaby%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQ4XF1IosEI/AAAAAAAAIBE/x9YGGObNzDY/s400/A%2BSanta%2BBaby%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552400779524485186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people believe Marilyn Monroe recorded this song. She never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQ4XFhSCBDI/AAAAAAAAIA8/KaW5nS0KGcE/s1600/A%2BSanta%2BBaby%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 386px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQ4XFhSCBDI/AAAAAAAAIA8/KaW5nS0KGcE/s400/A%2BSanta%2BBaby%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552400774195184690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to Eartha Kitts and a truly wonderful Christmas song that captures the essence of the season.  Well, okay.  Maybe not completely the essence but a lot of it.  Maybe that's the reason I like Thanksgiving best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQ4XFlVCypI/AAAAAAAAIA0/1fI-4_DFV4c/s1600/A%2BSanta%2BBaby%2B%25233.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQ4XFlVCypI/AAAAAAAAIA0/1fI-4_DFV4c/s400/A%2BSanta%2BBaby%2B%25233.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552400775281560210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are wonderful. I took these from http://www.madonnalyrics.org/_santa_baby.html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me&lt;br /&gt;I've been an awful good girl&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, an out-of-space convertible too, light blue&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait up for you dear&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fun I've missed&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed&lt;br /&gt;Next year I could be oh so good&lt;br /&gt;If you'd check off my Christmas list&lt;br /&gt;Boo doo bee doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa honey, I wanna yacht and really that's&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot&lt;br /&gt;I've been an angel all year&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa cutie, there's one thing I really do need, the deed&lt;br /&gt;To a platinum mine&lt;br /&gt;Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, I'm filling my stocking with a duplex, and checks&lt;br /&gt;Sign your 'X' on the line&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and trim my Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;With some decorations bought at Tiffany's&lt;br /&gt;I really do believe in you&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if you believe in me&lt;br /&gt;Boo doo bee doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean a phone&lt;br /&gt;Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;br /&gt;Hurry down the chimney tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sFfxIA952Bw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sFfxIA952Bw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-2506144510375376835?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/2506144510375376835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=2506144510375376835&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/2506144510375376835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/2506144510375376835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa-baby.html' title='Santa Baby'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQ4XFV2zIMI/AAAAAAAAIAs/IO75xDhkOk8/s72-c/A%2BSanta%2BBaby%2B%25234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-4771213204460850779</id><published>2010-12-12T09:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T09:30:38.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Hours</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning it was a warm day. Temperatures were in the 40s and there was a very light rain. It felt like a spring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQToAnkkf4I/AAAAAAAAH_E/fM_LV4j7GU4/s1600/Snow%2B%25237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQToAnkkf4I/AAAAAAAAH_E/fM_LV4j7GU4/s400/Snow%2B%25237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549815738147307394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water was flowing out of the rain spout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQToA-DGOmI/AAAAAAAAH_M/dEe_LHt6JJE/s1600/Snow%2B%25236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQToA-DGOmI/AAAAAAAAH_M/dEe_LHt6JJE/s400/Snow%2B%25236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549815744180927074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But later in the morning the temperature dropped quickly into the 20s. The rain drops turned into snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQToBI7zRVI/AAAAAAAAH_U/FLwVAsYBXEA/s1600/Snow%2B%25235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQToBI7zRVI/AAAAAAAAH_U/FLwVAsYBXEA/s400/Snow%2B%25235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549815747103114578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long the rain spout looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQToBa8MSuI/AAAAAAAAH_c/IOWpHujMfzI/s1600/Snow%2B%25234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQToBa8MSuI/AAAAAAAAH_c/IOWpHujMfzI/s400/Snow%2B%25234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549815751936592610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When night came it brought winter with strong winds and blowing snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQTnAOm_rgI/AAAAAAAAH-0/Rbl5r-2XV1M/s1600/Snow%2B%25232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQTnAOm_rgI/AAAAAAAAH-0/Rbl5r-2XV1M/s400/Snow%2B%25232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549814631934963202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by Sunday morning - only 24 hours later - winter had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQTnAhrq2sI/AAAAAAAAH-8/U8fNJq7BGp8/s1600/Snow%2B%25231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQTnAhrq2sI/AAAAAAAAH-8/U8fNJq7BGp8/s400/Snow%2B%25231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549814637054843586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even with the cold temperatures and hard wind, there is still beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQTp9yzykPI/AAAAAAAAH_k/BRTBOCs_iH0/s1600/Snow%2B%25233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQTp9yzykPI/AAAAAAAAH_k/BRTBOCs_iH0/s400/Snow%2B%25233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549817888647581938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature has decorated the trees better than I ever could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-4771213204460850779?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/4771213204460850779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=4771213204460850779&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4771213204460850779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4771213204460850779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/12/24-hours.html' title='24 Hours'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TQToAnkkf4I/AAAAAAAAH_E/fM_LV4j7GU4/s72-c/Snow%2B%25237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-664195693723501151</id><published>2010-12-05T07:01:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T08:32:44.581-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Removing Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ames High School'/><title type='text'>No Christmas Tree for Ames High</title><content type='html'>A big story in Iowa this weekend involves Ames High School. Ames is the home of Iowa State University. (Iowa State is home of the Cyclones and the University of Iowa in Iowa City is home of the Hawkeyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago the BIG news out of Ames High School was where Harrison Barnes would go play college basketball. He was the #1 high school basketball player in the country (yes, that is true) and picked North Carolina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuPZdIs1lI/AAAAAAAAH-c/qY_UiSzcZGo/s1600/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuPZdIs1lI/AAAAAAAAH-c/qY_UiSzcZGo/s400/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547185033517520466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Ames High is back in the news. Just as I was disappointed Harrison Barnes did not pick Iowa State, Drake, the University of Northern Iowa or even some school in eastern Iowa called the University of Iowa to attend, the news from Ames is again disheartening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week a person donated a nice Christmas tree to the school. It was decorated with some lights and Iowa State University decorations and placed in the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuNnaWqrNI/AAAAAAAAH-M/2u6iDYuGh8Q/s1600/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuNnaWqrNI/AAAAAAAAH-M/2u6iDYuGh8Q/s400/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547183074265705682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if the above image is the actual tree but you get the idea. It was called a "winter tree" (God forbid you would say Christmas tree) and was primarily intended for the school's winter dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, apparently someone complained that the tree was too religious and so the school officials - exhibiting the backbone of a jelly fish - removed the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuNXIEE9zI/AAAAAAAAH9s/huQdwJSUBLs/s1600/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuNXIEE9zI/AAAAAAAAH9s/huQdwJSUBLs/s400/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547182794477991730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school officials should have told the overly sensitive people to (1) get a life and/or (2) deal with it and/or (3) go to hell.  The school should have told those people they were over reacting and that the generic Christmas tree was not going to go anywhere.  Thank you very much.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuNnI8EvFI/AAAAAAAAH98/rjz1Dy3KwFE/s1600/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25233.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuNnI8EvFI/AAAAAAAAH98/rjz1Dy3KwFE/s400/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25233.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547183069590764626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all for diversity and being sensitive to other people's beliefs. But our United States Supreme Court has ruled that Christmas is a secular holiday as well as a religious one. If a courthouse or government office wishes to put up Santa Claus with his reindeer or a lighted tree or candy canes that is okay. Really, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a nativity scene is legally permitted if it is part of an overall Christmas display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuU9Y8KlYI/AAAAAAAAH-k/YDvXHHtH2tA/s1600/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuU9Y8KlYI/AAAAAAAAH-k/YDvXHHtH2tA/s400/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547191148424631682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I know. That is beyond gaudy but it illustrates the point.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ames High School, which is regarded as being a very excellent school, is not doing a good job of teaching diversity when its solution is to just take the tree down and cave in to the complaints of a few overly sensitive people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to embrace each other - not exclude each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuNnJ5H_II/AAAAAAAAH-E/tv0IDRQwrYY/s1600/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuNnJ5H_II/AAAAAAAAH-E/tv0IDRQwrYY/s400/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547183069846830210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of defending its already overly politically correct "winter tree" it just allowed the Grinch to take even that away.  Why not encourage people to say "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Hanukkah" or "Happy Kwanzaa" or just "Have a nice day" instead of pretending to live in a vacuum?  There is nothing wrong with Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or just appreciating a nice day.  They are all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuNXUCAucI/AAAAAAAAH90/YKkF7W2LPIE/s1600/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuNXUCAucI/AAAAAAAAH90/YKkF7W2LPIE/s400/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547182797690550722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  What can you say?  It is sad the kids at Ames High School have to deal with such nonsense.  By doing what they have done, the officials at the school have created a huge controversy when their objective was to avoid one.  There are times when common sense is a good thing and should be followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Christmas trees (and Christmas tree farms are actually a fairly big business!) here's my ideal Christmas tree.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuWkrMJd5I/AAAAAAAAH-s/0RCaM0WckvU/s1600/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuWkrMJd5I/AAAAAAAAH-s/0RCaM0WckvU/s400/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547192922850031506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and Merry Christmas to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-664195693723501151?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/664195693723501151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=664195693723501151&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/664195693723501151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/664195693723501151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-christmas-tree-for-ames-high.html' title='No Christmas Tree for Ames High'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPuPZdIs1lI/AAAAAAAAH-c/qY_UiSzcZGo/s72-c/Ames%2BXmas%2BTree%2B%25238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-2682139758453906156</id><published>2010-11-28T06:44:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T10:40:51.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Decisions</title><content type='html'>It's been several years since I had a Christmas tree.  So this year I decided to correct that situation.  The first question was should I get a real tree or a fake tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver aluminum trees look very elegant in a close up picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPJO1weBpuI/AAAAAAAAH8Y/zdVS1q5mn4A/s1600/A%2BFake%2BTree%2B%25231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPJO1weBpuI/AAAAAAAAH8Y/zdVS1q5mn4A/s400/A%2BFake%2BTree%2B%25231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544580776697374434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they don't look quite as elegant from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPJO_fntLkI/AAAAAAAAH9A/k1_syw677QA/s1600/A%2BFake%2BTree%2B%25236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPJO_fntLkI/AAAAAAAAH9A/k1_syw677QA/s400/A%2BFake%2BTree%2B%25236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544580943973264962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the color wheel is somewhat irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake trees can look very real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPJO5NvmAKI/AAAAAAAAH8w/JLDQKNT78_I/s1600/A%2BFake%2BTree%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPJO5NvmAKI/AAAAAAAAH8w/JLDQKNT78_I/s400/A%2BFake%2BTree%2B%25234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544580836095295650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you cover them up with lights and oranments and presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPJO4gcLC6I/AAAAAAAAH8o/1Pk8tUxxdfM/s1600/A%2BFake%2BTree%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPJO4gcLC6I/AAAAAAAAH8o/1Pk8tUxxdfM/s400/A%2BFake%2BTree%2B%25233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544580823934241698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the real versus fake tree dilema is resolved, then the even bigger question comes in: colored or white lights?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that is not enough, do you go with the traditional Christmas tree lights or the new LED ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPJSpvROy_I/AAAAAAAAH9Q/eTwc_k_7WTA/s1600/A%2BFake%2BTree%2B%25239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPJSpvROy_I/AAAAAAAAH9Q/eTwc_k_7WTA/s400/A%2BFake%2BTree%2B%25239.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544584968263355378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..... makes me long for the days when every Christmas tree I drew looked like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPJQquuJ_RI/AAAAAAAAH9I/84boH1-ymsY/s1600/A%2BFake%2BTree%2B%25237.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPJQquuJ_RI/AAAAAAAAH9I/84boH1-ymsY/s400/A%2BFake%2BTree%2B%25237.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544582786272853266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason the red balls were imperative as was the yellow star on top.  That was back in the days when there were no decisions to be made.  Everything was so .... exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.  I will really try to get around to some blogs one of these weeks (!!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-2682139758453906156?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/2682139758453906156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=2682139758453906156&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/2682139758453906156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/2682139758453906156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-decisions.html' title='Christmas Decisions'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TPJO1weBpuI/AAAAAAAAH8Y/zdVS1q5mn4A/s72-c/A%2BFake%2BTree%2B%25231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-4489710887277853024</id><published>2010-11-21T07:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T08:04:14.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Race</title><content type='html'>For the past 32 years Living History Farms in Des Moines, Iowa, has hosted a special off road race.  It is always on the Saturday before Thanksgiving.  I went to watch it this year as my daughter runs in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance it looks fairly normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkdhc0qElI/AAAAAAAAH6E/XfIhpnJyyu8/s1600/Race%2B%25233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkdhc0qElI/AAAAAAAAH6E/XfIhpnJyyu8/s400/Race%2B%25233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541993276966048338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking a bit closer, well ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkdhspHJ5I/AAAAAAAAH6M/cJEr96357rI/s1600/Race%2B%25237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkdhspHJ5I/AAAAAAAAH6M/cJEr96357rI/s400/Race%2B%25237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541993281212589970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What in the world??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkekBddJyI/AAAAAAAAH60/eCGLRzchFu0/s1600/Race%2B%252314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkekBddJyI/AAAAAAAAH60/eCGLRzchFu0/s400/Race%2B%252314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541994420672210722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this is not an overly serious race!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkej8cJG5I/AAAAAAAAH6s/H96ex0-JZXM/s1600/Race%2B%252310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkej8cJG5I/AAAAAAAAH6s/H96ex0-JZXM/s400/Race%2B%252310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541994419324525458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Ken and Barbie!  You can't see Ken but this couple was on the front page of the Des Moines Register this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkdhxvMI3I/AAAAAAAAH6U/VGFdDEryT1c/s1600/Race%2B%25238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkdhxvMI3I/AAAAAAAAH6U/VGFdDEryT1c/s400/Race%2B%25238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541993282580259698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race is a fund raising event (if you had not already guessed!).  But it is a real race despite the crazy costumes.  They even run through water several times during the event.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkf9_m0vqI/AAAAAAAAH7k/Q8mPmn33qp4/s1600/IMG_1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkf9_m0vqI/AAAAAAAAH7k/Q8mPmn33qp4/s400/IMG_1283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541995966362861218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see even Santa Claus was running this year.  There were about 7,500 runners and they were from 38 states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkf9K3jK8I/AAAAAAAAH7c/NaLasd8UTRw/s1600/IMG_1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkf9K3jK8I/AAAAAAAAH7c/NaLasd8UTRw/s400/IMG_1291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541995952205933506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite costumes was Thing #1 (or is she Thing #2?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkf8djksZI/AAAAAAAAH7M/Xssz03ZlX7c/s1600/Race%2B%252315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkf8djksZI/AAAAAAAAH7M/Xssz03ZlX7c/s400/Race%2B%252315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541995940042551698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I liked this young man, too.  Reminds me of those Mountain Dew ads that were so popular years ago (Ya Hoo!  Mountain Dew!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkekm0c7OI/AAAAAAAAH68/dj1OQjkj95o/s1600/Race%2B%252317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkekm0c7OI/AAAAAAAAH68/dj1OQjkj95o/s400/Race%2B%252317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541994430700776674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could resist the always popular Gumby??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkdgZEmuAI/AAAAAAAAH58/GuXPRcq8GiU/s1600/Race%2B%25232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkdgZEmuAI/AAAAAAAAH58/GuXPRcq8GiU/s400/Race%2B%25232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541993258779326466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly an .... amazing race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-4489710887277853024?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/4489710887277853024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=4489710887277853024&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4489710887277853024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4489710887277853024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/11/great-race.html' title='The Great Race'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TOkdhc0qElI/AAAAAAAAH6E/XfIhpnJyyu8/s72-c/Race%2B%25233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-6475825575384140976</id><published>2010-11-07T07:50:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:56:46.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kittens</title><content type='html'>Late this summer a new cat showed up in my barn. She was a nice cat and I called her Penney Lane. I could tell Penney Lane was quite pregnant and figured someone may have abandoned her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNavllfhRmI/AAAAAAAAH2U/BJbWkY_K1P4/s1600/Mother+Cat+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNavllfhRmI/AAAAAAAAH2U/BJbWkY_K1P4/s400/Mother+Cat+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536805852152940130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not long after she had kittens. But I could not find them. I heard them every so often but Penney Lane would move them if she thought I was getting close. After a while I never heard the kittens and figured they had died. I thought the little young mother cat probably just did not know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong. One day about two weeks ago I saw this kitten looking back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNavl-o__6I/AAAAAAAAH2c/FAmN47L7CaM/s1600/Kittens+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNavl-o__6I/AAAAAAAAH2c/FAmN47L7CaM/s400/Kittens+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536805858903588770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNavmFfUuuI/AAAAAAAAH2k/Bg0yCj-uocM/s1600/Kittens+%237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNavmFfUuuI/AAAAAAAAH2k/Bg0yCj-uocM/s400/Kittens+%237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536805860742052578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a third one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNa_RVDDnsI/AAAAAAAAH5M/BYbL-_LyfvA/s1600/IMG_0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNa_RVDDnsI/AAAAAAAAH5M/BYbL-_LyfvA/s400/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536823096327249602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penney Lane cat turned out to be an excellent mother. But I thought it would be good to get them some food just to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNa_TL0uz1I/AAAAAAAAH5s/8t5dWdr6RIE/s1600/IMG_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNa_TL0uz1I/AAAAAAAAH5s/8t5dWdr6RIE/s400/IMG_0900.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536823128210984786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They liked it. The kittens were big enough to eat. In fact, they really seemed to enjoy the meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNa6Lc6kQXI/AAAAAAAAH5E/8W4VsDCt4r4/s1600/Kitten+%236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNa6Lc6kQXI/AAAAAAAAH5E/8W4VsDCt4r4/s400/Kitten+%236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536817497801769330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Penney Lane figured her kittens need to know how to hunt and survive on their own. She brought in a mouse and they all ate it. Then she brought in a bird and they ate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she brought in a .... squirrel. And they ate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNayXzRLGRI/AAAAAAAAH4E/eAGnclmM818/s1600/Squirrel+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNayXzRLGRI/AAAAAAAAH4E/eAGnclmM818/s400/Squirrel+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536808913867577618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am working to make sure the barn will stay as warm as possible when the cold weather arrives. And as I work away I enjoy watching kittens being kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNawky-QN3I/AAAAAAAAH3U/JE1AK1zVJX4/s1600/IMG_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNawky-QN3I/AAAAAAAAH3U/JE1AK1zVJX4/s400/IMG_0814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536806938103265138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one has its own personality. The black and white one is by far the most playful. He likes jumping on this rope and swinging back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNawkTZwRkI/AAAAAAAAH3M/6nSg5XGntIg/s1600/Curious+Kitten+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNawkTZwRkI/AAAAAAAAH3M/6nSg5XGntIg/s400/Curious+Kitten+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536806929628677698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or batting his mother's tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNayXvwVOaI/AAAAAAAAH38/NFXtJ6oVuA4/s1600/Kitten+%239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNayXvwVOaI/AAAAAAAAH38/NFXtJ6oVuA4/s400/Kitten+%239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536808912924522914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-6475825575384140976?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/6475825575384140976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=6475825575384140976&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6475825575384140976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6475825575384140976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-kittens.html' title='New Kittens'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNavllfhRmI/AAAAAAAAH2U/BJbWkY_K1P4/s72-c/Mother+Cat+%232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-2598950581180462679</id><published>2010-11-02T18:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:00:30.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Make You Love Me</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite recordings is Bonnie Raitt's "I Can't Make You Love Me."  As this election season comes to an end, this song has been going through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNCbj-bd5_I/AAAAAAAAH2M/EVRi60XUvTE/s1600/A+Bonnie+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNCbj-bd5_I/AAAAAAAAH2M/EVRi60XUvTE/s400/A+Bonnie+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535094984394270706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the people who ran for office at the federal, state and especially local level, I say "thank you" and "God bless you."  You were willing to step up and try to make a difference.  I respect that.  Not many of us are willing to actually enter the fray and take the abuse.  It is easy to critize from the sidelines.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, yes, we all want to be loved.  But, as the song says, we can't make someone love us if they don't want to.  Elections are a lot about acceptance whether it be in school or for President of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNCbDok_42I/AAAAAAAAH1c/4hHwYZANcx0/s1600/A+Bonnie+%237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNCbDok_42I/AAAAAAAAH1c/4hHwYZANcx0/s400/A+Bonnie+%237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535094428772852578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know anything about Bonnie Raitt, you know she is a political activist and has been her entire life.  Not many people have that type of strength.  She went to Radcliffe College -- the women's counterpart to Harvard before the two colleges became one.  And you don't find any town that is more politically astute than Boston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNCbDc1CjGI/AAAAAAAAH1U/DPBL3YS1Wy0/s1600/A+Bonnie+%238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNCbDc1CjGI/AAAAAAAAH1U/DPBL3YS1Wy0/s400/A+Bonnie+%238.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535094425618910306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I sit in my home tonight watching the election returns, I think of this song and the woman who made it famous.  And I am humbled by both.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNCbEU1gx4I/AAAAAAAAH10/0XwCftSqJeE/s1600/A+Bonnie+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNCbEU1gx4I/AAAAAAAAH10/0XwCftSqJeE/s400/A+Bonnie+%234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535094440653277058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hear the piano in this song, you will recognize the distinctive tones of Bruce Hornsby.  But it is the voice of Bonnie Raitt that is ... haunting.  It is so haunting it literally captures the heart and soul of a person so you can hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 5 minutes and listen.  You will be glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMU6J-MWT8E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IMU6J-MWT8E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-2598950581180462679?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/2598950581180462679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=2598950581180462679&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/2598950581180462679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/2598950581180462679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-cant-make-you-love-me.html' title='I Can&apos;t Make You Love Me'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TNCbj-bd5_I/AAAAAAAAH2M/EVRi60XUvTE/s72-c/A+Bonnie+%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-6225046286080484511</id><published>2010-10-27T08:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:32:47.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows</title><content type='html'>Several days ago I was at Iowa State University.  I was taking pictures of the colorful fall scenery.  It was not until I got back home I realized that one of the most interesting things I had seen were the many different types of windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMgloW-7qII/AAAAAAAAH1M/NAdkx5M3s54/s1600/An+ISU+Day+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMgloW-7qII/AAAAAAAAH1M/NAdkx5M3s54/s400/An+ISU+Day+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532713517519186050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often we are so preoccupied with looking through a window we do not appreciate the beauty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMglnjZZYcI/AAAAAAAAH00/59nMXPp4ASM/s1600/An+ISU+Day+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMglnjZZYcI/AAAAAAAAH00/59nMXPp4ASM/s400/An+ISU+Day+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532713503671542210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many windows are extremely simplistic.  A person really does not even notice it is there.  That is probably the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMgkfy0_etI/AAAAAAAAH0s/lAPX4ooErgE/s1600/An+ISU+Day+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMgkfy0_etI/AAAAAAAAH0s/lAPX4ooErgE/s400/An+ISU+Day+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532712270863235794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the windows in this classic Richardson Romanesque building.  Notice the roller shades on some of the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMgkfZbgWbI/AAAAAAAAH0k/P9UhL7y-vK8/s1600/An+ISU+Day+%236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMgkfZbgWbI/AAAAAAAAH0k/P9UhL7y-vK8/s400/An+ISU+Day+%236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532712264045451698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like these windows towards the top of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMgkfEqxFbI/AAAAAAAAH0c/KkzXNEcVbw0/s1600/An+ISU+Day+%237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMgkfEqxFbI/AAAAAAAAH0c/KkzXNEcVbw0/s400/An+ISU+Day+%237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532712258472318386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed this window in my last post.  But this time around I noticed that the window itself is quite remarkable, though your attention is drawn to the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMgkevMj6qI/AAAAAAAAH0M/KC-YeJW30GY/s1600/An+ISU+Day+%239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMgkevMj6qI/AAAAAAAAH0M/KC-YeJW30GY/s400/An+ISU+Day+%239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532712252708481698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could resist this window?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMgke1p9hlI/AAAAAAAAH0U/R4dMTbrCHDs/s1600/An+ISU+Day+%238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMgke1p9hlI/AAAAAAAAH0U/R4dMTbrCHDs/s400/An+ISU+Day+%238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532712254442407506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Klee was a famous Swiss and German artist.  I did not know that, of course, until I looked it up.  He his most famous work is called "The Twittering Machine."  He did that in 1922.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here you thought Twitter was something new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-6225046286080484511?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/6225046286080484511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=6225046286080484511&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6225046286080484511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6225046286080484511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/10/windows.html' title='Windows'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TMgloW-7qII/AAAAAAAAH1M/NAdkx5M3s54/s72-c/An+ISU+Day+%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-7328652541179323302</id><published>2010-10-10T16:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T21:14:04.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Day</title><content type='html'>Today I drove over to Iowa State University in Ames to just walk around a bit. It was a beautiful fall day. Coming out of the parking ramp I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI4k6WBnWI/AAAAAAAAH0A/BgabkvfcZPE/s1600/A+Fall+Day+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI4k6WBnWI/AAAAAAAAH0A/BgabkvfcZPE/s400/A+Fall+Day+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526541899525102946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sunny, warm fall Sunday afternoon it is nice just to take a walk around the campus. I like this bench. You see a few of these around campus. Usually they are in memory of a long time professor or sometimes a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI4knibW2I/AAAAAAAAHz4/-aT5x2u5VhI/s1600/A+Fall+Day+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI4knibW2I/AAAAAAAAHz4/-aT5x2u5VhI/s400/A+Fall+Day+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526541894476847970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a lot of these gold maple trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI4kHcrW-I/AAAAAAAAHzw/Ne-A228ib7Q/s1600/A+Fall+Day+%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI4kHcrW-I/AAAAAAAAHzw/Ne-A228ib7Q/s400/A+Fall+Day+%233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526541885862796258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like these big buildings. Of course such buildings are not built today but there was a time when they were very popular. I love the tall columns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI4j9kmLPI/AAAAAAAAHzo/NXH9Rij-9JU/s1600/A+Fall+Day+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI4j9kmLPI/AAAAAAAAHzo/NXH9Rij-9JU/s400/A+Fall+Day+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526541883211656434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a large university, Iowa State still has quite a bit of big green spaces. This is what the students call Little Siberia. If you wonder why, stop back in winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI3wuWGAgI/AAAAAAAAHzg/yus4YfKHzi8/s1600/A+Fall+Day+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI3wuWGAgI/AAAAAAAAHzg/yus4YfKHzi8/s400/A+Fall+Day+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526541002950967810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across these wonderful metal sculptures. This is a man -- even has on red trunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI3wR9vvAI/AAAAAAAAHzY/wyjC-vHlXpk/s1600/A+FAll+Day+%236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI3wR9vvAI/AAAAAAAAHzY/wyjC-vHlXpk/s400/A+FAll+Day+%236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526540995332652034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are dancing. I think. Whatever they are doing, they are having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI3v193VaI/AAAAAAAAHzQ/leI3SFVonF4/s1600/A+Fall+Day+%237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI3v193VaI/AAAAAAAAHzQ/leI3SFVonF4/s400/A+Fall+Day+%237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526540987816957346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked this red man. It seems like he is saying "the fish was THIS big!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI2rr25xJI/AAAAAAAAHzA/wZB2YZZM6bA/s1600/A+Fall+Day+%239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI2rr25xJI/AAAAAAAAHzA/wZB2YZZM6bA/s400/A+Fall+Day+%239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526539816872297618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking a little closer you can see some bolts holding him together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI3vhmMHfI/AAAAAAAAHzI/WWOW7Rlbl4w/s1600/A+Fall+Day+%238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI3vhmMHfI/AAAAAAAAHzI/WWOW7Rlbl4w/s400/A+Fall+Day+%238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526540982348946930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This building appears to have people inside. Are they having a party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI2rGCwGLI/AAAAAAAAHy4/NcOpRLXevrw/s1600/A+Fall+Day+%2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI2rGCwGLI/AAAAAAAAHy4/NcOpRLXevrw/s400/A+Fall+Day+%2310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526539806721448114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symbol of Iowa State is its campanile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI2qtkrULI/AAAAAAAAHyw/agtgvGRllfg/s1600/A+Fall+Day+%2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI2qtkrULI/AAAAAAAAHyw/agtgvGRllfg/s400/A+Fall+Day+%2311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526539800152854706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's stop for now.  We'll step into the Student Union and take a look at the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI2qN3G8aI/AAAAAAAAHyo/Q24C4Yvb7x8/s1600/A+Fall+Day+%2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI2qN3G8aI/AAAAAAAAHyo/Q24C4Yvb7x8/s400/A+Fall+Day+%2312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526539791640228258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back in a few days and I'll show a bit more of the sights from Iowa State.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-7328652541179323302?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/7328652541179323302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=7328652541179323302&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7328652541179323302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7328652541179323302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-day.html' title='Fall Day'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TLI4k6WBnWI/AAAAAAAAH0A/BgabkvfcZPE/s72-c/A+Fall+Day+%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-6272114972906650689</id><published>2010-10-07T20:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T20:59:28.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffin Corner</title><content type='html'>On Thursdays I teach classes from 8:00 in the morning through 2:30 in the afternoon -- without a break. Actually, I go from 8:00 to 11:05 and then have 25 minutes to go to another building on campus for a class that goes from 11:30 to 2:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK54RQUmXRI/AAAAAAAAHyg/2SoqEHn5mhY/s1600/A+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK54RQUmXRI/AAAAAAAAHyg/2SoqEHn5mhY/s400/A+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525486030664654098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The building I go to has an interesting structure in front of it. It is a reddish grid with a fading gold "O" on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK54RFUayhI/AAAAAAAAHyY/IVg-JjeFnO0/s1600/A+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK54RFUayhI/AAAAAAAAHyY/IVg-JjeFnO0/s400/A+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525486027711105554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The golden "O" was the symbol for Golden Circle. This was a grouping of buildings that housed incubator businesses on our campus. The idea was to give small businesses a place to start and then, once they were sort of established, they would go out on their own. I am not sure if that program still exists. In any event, my class is in this building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK54Q6sB3II/AAAAAAAAHyQ/gxJEpZ7T14c/s1600/A+%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK54Q6sB3II/AAAAAAAAHyQ/gxJEpZ7T14c/s400/A+%233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525486024857345154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this sign give you any clue as to the group of students I meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK54QitX3PI/AAAAAAAAHyI/NZBiCrkyEYw/s1600/A+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK54QitX3PI/AAAAAAAAHyI/NZBiCrkyEYw/s400/A+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525486018420530418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes -- I teach a funeral law course for students who wish to own and operate funeral homes. It is a very excellent program and students often have bachelor degrees before enrolling in this program. You can see the classroom looks pretty normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK53lgwXQeI/AAAAAAAAHyA/b-CCGSj_wZM/s1600/A+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK53lgwXQeI/AAAAAAAAHyA/b-CCGSj_wZM/s400/A+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525485279161827810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you look this way! Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK53lU0TrDI/AAAAAAAAHx4/ftpmIkJO8pA/s1600/A+%236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK53lU0TrDI/AAAAAAAAHx4/ftpmIkJO8pA/s400/A+%236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525485275957144626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I stepped into this classroom I was a bit ... taken back. The room is used for a funeral merchandising course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK53lNeUKHI/AAAAAAAAHxw/alho8EFYzis/s1600/A+%237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK53lNeUKHI/AAAAAAAAHxw/alho8EFYzis/s400/A+%237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525485273985853554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sort of wondered why one of the coffins was missing. But I didn't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK53k0yiq8I/AAAAAAAAHxo/s745GPvhjgI/s1600/A+%238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK53k0yiq8I/AAAAAAAAHxo/s745GPvhjgI/s400/A+%238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525485267359804354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get used to it after a while. But every time I step into this classroom, well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of makes you appreciate being alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-6272114972906650689?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/6272114972906650689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=6272114972906650689&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6272114972906650689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6272114972906650689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/10/coffin-corner.html' title='Coffin Corner'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TK54RQUmXRI/AAAAAAAAHyg/2SoqEHn5mhY/s72-c/A+%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-6124959877097445565</id><published>2010-10-03T19:11:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T20:13:02.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>College Students Sculpture</title><content type='html'>Often some of the most interesting things are right in your backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy art and often drive to a city or town to see an exhibit. Yet within a few feet of where I work every day there is a work of art I never really noticed until recently. As you are walking on our central campus you can see water be sprayed up in a large arc and hear it splashing down in a pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKkeDitMSxI/AAAAAAAAHvg/NZy0X12Eyfc/s1600/A+DMACC+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKkeDitMSxI/AAAAAAAAHvg/NZy0X12Eyfc/s400/A+DMACC+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523979464151419666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears to have a large silver hula hoop over the top of a sculpture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKputgbS02I/AAAAAAAAHwQ/UvWv-uhiz1c/s1600/A+DMACC+%2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKputgbS02I/AAAAAAAAHwQ/UvWv-uhiz1c/s400/A+DMACC+%2320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524349621000917858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you are standing next to the fountain and look behind you, you see another similar sculpture on a small rise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKp4F7iYINI/AAAAAAAAHxY/Kt3_C57cXa8/s1600/A+DMACC+%2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKp4F7iYINI/AAAAAAAAHxY/Kt3_C57cXa8/s400/A+DMACC+%2322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524359936199893202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work is made up of two pools of water and two sculptures. They are connected by a little stream of water that goes under the sidewalk. The first sculpture is made up of three college students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKkgK_-d97I/AAAAAAAAHv4/EXmrz_uxrMw/s1600/A+DMACC+%238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKkgK_-d97I/AAAAAAAAHv4/EXmrz_uxrMw/s400/A+DMACC+%238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523981791290849202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students is an older man -- a non-traditional college student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKkgMKFc7yI/AAAAAAAAHwA/Zmj3TBGJ5LI/s1600/A+DMACC+%2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKkgMKFc7yI/AAAAAAAAHwA/Zmj3TBGJ5LI/s400/A+DMACC+%2310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523981811184365346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is a young man with a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKkeFHWv5cI/AAAAAAAAHvw/9VT_F__Bejo/s1600/A+DMACC+%237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKkeFHWv5cI/AAAAAAAAHvw/9VT_F__Bejo/s400/A+DMACC+%237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523979491169265090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a young woman who is pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKpzh1cRtZI/AAAAAAAAHwo/AQx41cYdZtA/s1600/A+DMACC+%239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKpzh1cRtZI/AAAAAAAAHwo/AQx41cYdZtA/s400/A+DMACC+%239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524354918041892242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water flows from the three college students to the larger pool and you see them a few years later on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKp5wWMkxrI/AAAAAAAAHxg/M0c59Hjduy4/s1600/A+DMACC+%2325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKp5wWMkxrI/AAAAAAAAHxg/M0c59Hjduy4/s400/A+DMACC+%2325.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524361764422338226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young woman has a baby (and the child is holding a doll).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKkeEnkIafI/AAAAAAAAHvo/OIqEvAhWRms/s1600/A+DMACC+%236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKkeEnkIafI/AAAAAAAAHvo/OIqEvAhWRms/s400/A+DMACC+%236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523979482635463154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older nontraditional student is dressed in a suit and looking at his watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKkgMfMZeYI/AAAAAAAAHwI/o6xFKHlSpI0/s1600/A+DMACC+%2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKkgMfMZeYI/AAAAAAAAHwI/o6xFKHlSpI0/s400/A+DMACC+%2311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523981816850643330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the young man is now holding his guitar out and it appears he is a rock star. Or maybe a local performer. Or maybe a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKput8W0gsI/AAAAAAAAHwY/ntJaZiy2AVE/s1600/A+DMACC+%2321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKput8W0gsI/AAAAAAAAHwY/ntJaZiy2AVE/s400/A+DMACC+%2321.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524349628498346690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After working at this college for six years, this is the first time I really stopped and studied this very nice work. And it is only a few steps from my office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times the best things are right in your backyard. Or closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-6124959877097445565?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/6124959877097445565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=6124959877097445565&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6124959877097445565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6124959877097445565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/10/college-students-sculpture.html' title='College Students Sculpture'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TKkeDitMSxI/AAAAAAAAHvg/NZy0X12Eyfc/s72-c/A+DMACC+%235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-7586213383145735542</id><published>2010-09-20T17:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T17:45:37.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Can of Tuna</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I decided to try and do something nice for my animals. I opened a can of tuna and took it to the barn. Here's Bailey finishing off his share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJfeHsae43I/AAAAAAAAHuI/AMAdPeCrZAk/s1600/A+Cat+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJfeHsae43I/AAAAAAAAHuI/AMAdPeCrZAk/s400/A+Cat+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519124092128519026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt there are many things in the world that Bailey relishes more than a tuna can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJffMdOpVXI/AAAAAAAAHuo/25iTQo4t2wo/s1600/A+Cat+%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJffMdOpVXI/AAAAAAAAHuo/25iTQo4t2wo/s400/A+Cat+%233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519125273463313778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes a tuna can like I like pizza. And we eat it about the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJffL2DjxiI/AAAAAAAAHug/loP4C-lh6Ec/s1600/A+Cat+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJffL2DjxiI/AAAAAAAAHug/loP4C-lh6Ec/s400/A+Cat+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519125262947829282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Grand Dame. She was raised here as a kitten and is now about 14 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJffLSBR4TI/AAAAAAAAHuY/XIdGrPE2X9U/s1600/A+Cat+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJffLSBR4TI/AAAAAAAAHuY/XIdGrPE2X9U/s400/A+Cat+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519125253274591538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake. This is HER hay. Thank you very much. Now go away. Leave me alone. This is also MY barn! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJff84xspmI/AAAAAAAAHu4/E60ULanDbAA/s1600/A+Cat+%237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJff84xspmI/AAAAAAAAHu4/E60ULanDbAA/s400/A+Cat+%237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519126105491809890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody Pony doesn't like tuna. So I gave him some new hay and a new bag of sawdust. He rolled in it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJfeGQBBH8I/AAAAAAAAHtw/NH5bUaqPwvQ/s1600/A+Cat+%239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJfeGQBBH8I/AAAAAAAAHtw/NH5bUaqPwvQ/s400/A+Cat+%239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519124067325648834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the older cat, he prefers to eat alone. He was telling to get lost with that silly camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJfeFrjcBZI/AAAAAAAAHto/Im_9tD6KOv8/s1600/A+Cat+%2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJfeFrjcBZI/AAAAAAAAHto/Im_9tD6KOv8/s400/A+Cat+%2310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519124057537906066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me introduce you to our NEW cat. This is Penney. She showed up a few weeks ago. Very, very pregnant. But she is not pregnant now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJffKxZWCXI/AAAAAAAAHuQ/RppMk25wrMM/s1600/A+Cat+%236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJffKxZWCXI/AAAAAAAAHuQ/RppMk25wrMM/s400/A+Cat+%236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519125244517157234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and her new kittens are doing just fine. Though a young cat, she seems to know how to be a mother. She is small and very polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJfeGneMr6I/AAAAAAAAHt4/fF5QJisM384/s1600/A+Cat+%238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJfeGneMr6I/AAAAAAAAHt4/fF5QJisM384/s400/A+Cat+%238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519124073622056866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bailey and I come into the barn at 4:30 in the morning, this little cat always shows up on her on perch. She and Bailey have become pretty good friends. Even the older cat seems to tolerate her - and that's saying a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJff9ELo-zI/AAAAAAAAHvA/m3zlnNNITIg/s1600/A+Cat+%2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJff9ELo-zI/AAAAAAAAHvA/m3zlnNNITIg/s400/A+Cat+%2311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519126108553411378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yes, Bailey's still #1. He knows he is the only animal that gets to live in the big house. And he knows it is time for him to get his real meal after this appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJfjDewcAuI/AAAAAAAAHvY/ZSMKwypZXBE/s1600/IMG_9638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJfjDewcAuI/AAAAAAAAHvY/ZSMKwypZXBE/s400/IMG_9638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519129517301170914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by. Maybe I should call this my monthly post...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-7586213383145735542?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/7586213383145735542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=7586213383145735542&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7586213383145735542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7586213383145735542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-can-of-tuna.html' title='One Can of Tuna'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TJfeHsae43I/AAAAAAAAHuI/AMAdPeCrZAk/s72-c/A+Cat+%234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-6563889629749290065</id><published>2010-08-28T09:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T10:16:49.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Age</title><content type='html'>This past week I got a new pair of glasses, my fall classes started and I got a different car. And, yes, it was getting a new car that topped the list. Everything is relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving my grey car for four years, I decided to be adventurous and get a .... red car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkj6iFoi5I/AAAAAAAAHtE/fC_vzEqqSyo/s1600/Car+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkj6iFoi5I/AAAAAAAAHtE/fC_vzEqqSyo/s400/Car+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510475107554331538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a wild and crazy guy. Living on the edge of danger. Throwing caution to the wind. After years and years of grey and beige, I went ... red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkj6BDEhrI/AAAAAAAAHs8/d1I5c6ffv5g/s1600/A+Car+%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkj6BDEhrI/AAAAAAAAHs8/d1I5c6ffv5g/s400/A+Car+%233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510475098685212338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey probably wonders if his master has gone a bit crazy. (Okay, HE'S the master but that's another story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkj5XZvoWI/AAAAAAAAHs0/3rpsNe0FhzM/s1600/A+Car+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkj5XZvoWI/AAAAAAAAHs0/3rpsNe0FhzM/s400/A+Car+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510475087506022754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was considering the car, the salesman kept telling me it came with a built in, modern, state of the art navigation system. I told him I really did not care. Give me a map. Who needs a navigation system? I was almost upset the car had the dumb thing. But what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkim80i3ZI/AAAAAAAAHss/_zI5zfMfH2M/s1600/A+Navigation+%234.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkim80i3ZI/AAAAAAAAHss/_zI5zfMfH2M/s400/A+Navigation+%234.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510473671621402002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday I took my first trip in the new, used car with the dumb (!) navigation system. As so often in my life, I was so, so wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to Minneapolis to a wedding and, fortunately, there were family members in the car who helped me realize the navigation unit was a pretty nice feature. Going in and out of traffic in a big town, I soon realized the navigation system was pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkimpLdyKI/AAAAAAAAHsk/Nh7lrXr2UM8/s1600/A+Navigation+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkimpLdyKI/AAAAAAAAHsk/Nh7lrXr2UM8/s400/A+Navigation+%233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510473666348828834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home, I was hooked. I will never again drive a car, if I can help it, without a navigation unit. They are incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkimOVc7aI/AAAAAAAAHsc/xfkM9EErcdA/s1600/A+Navigation+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkimOVc7aI/AAAAAAAAHsc/xfkM9EErcdA/s400/A+Navigation+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510473659142958498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I'm the guy who told people I would never have a cell phone. I was the guy who said my typewriter was just fine, thank you very much, and asked that the computer be taken out of my office. I was the guy who said I would never have a big screen TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkil9glOcI/AAAAAAAAHsU/wgftXgP_wcQ/s1600/A+Navigation+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkil9glOcI/AAAAAAAAHsU/wgftXgP_wcQ/s400/A+Navigation+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510473654626236866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is a good idea to listen and learn - even though you are convinced you know everything! I could not be without my cell phone. I love my computer and big screen TV. And now the idea of having a car without a navigation unit is .... well, unthinkable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-6563889629749290065?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/6563889629749290065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=6563889629749290065&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6563889629749290065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6563889629749290065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-age.html' title='New Age'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THkj6iFoi5I/AAAAAAAAHtE/fC_vzEqqSyo/s72-c/Car+%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-9062712850998023465</id><published>2010-08-22T12:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T13:24:12.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>State Fair</title><content type='html'>This morning I went to the State Fair. Going early on Sunday morning is a good time - it is still cool and there are not many people around.  I have been to the fair so often I knew exactly the few things I wanted to see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This double Ferris wheel probably had a busy night last night. It looks much grander at night with all its lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFlGmnTtgI/AAAAAAAAHrM/00pGnhBqXJw/s1600/Double+Ferris+Wheel+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFlGmnTtgI/AAAAAAAAHrM/00pGnhBqXJw/s400/Double+Ferris+Wheel+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508294983369864706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning light it looks much different. It was always my favorite ride. And it seemed SO BIG when I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFlGPXTYnI/AAAAAAAAHrE/DG58l_52GQw/s1600/Double+Ferris+Wheel+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFlGPXTYnI/AAAAAAAAHrE/DG58l_52GQw/s400/Double+Ferris+Wheel+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508294977128718962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now days I like the flower garden by the Agricultural Building. This year I noticed a lot of brightly colored chairs as well as other things decorating the garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFlFjok1NI/AAAAAAAAHq8/rEeKx9Xni7E/s1600/Chairs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFlFjok1NI/AAAAAAAAHq8/rEeKx9Xni7E/s400/Chairs.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508294965390005458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another set. Not sure I like the pink but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFoWWDbIZI/AAAAAAAAHr0/9i8b-jXczdM/s1600/Chairs+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFoWWDbIZI/AAAAAAAAHr0/9i8b-jXczdM/s400/Chairs+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508298552337179026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This monarch butterfly was happy. There were several in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFlFDgrmzI/AAAAAAAAHq0/xKpIeNiThXQ/s1600/Butterfly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFlFDgrmzI/AAAAAAAAHq0/xKpIeNiThXQ/s400/Butterfly.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508294956766960434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the Ag Building you could see the results of a recent flower show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFoW1UzrvI/AAAAAAAAHr8/I32LgHD5IEk/s1600/Flowers+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFoW1UzrvI/AAAAAAAAHr8/I32LgHD5IEk/s400/Flowers+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508298560731590386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ribbon like this is pretty special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFmEgtE4ZI/AAAAAAAAHrc/DIGLO5AZsjc/s1600/Ribbon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFmEgtE4ZI/AAAAAAAAHrc/DIGLO5AZsjc/s400/Ribbon.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508296046935335314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the window in the background of this image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFpukT__FI/AAAAAAAAHsM/usVdAqUyYvU/s1600/Flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFpukT__FI/AAAAAAAAHsM/usVdAqUyYvU/s400/Flowers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508300067993287762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year the Iowa State Fair features a life size cow made out of butter. This year along with the cow the sculptor did a tribute to &lt;em&gt;Green Eggs and Ham&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFlEyuf0SI/AAAAAAAAHqs/0PJuCo-dr5U/s1600/Butter+Green+Eggs+and+Ham.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFlEyuf0SI/AAAAAAAAHqs/0PJuCo-dr5U/s400/Butter+Green+Eggs+and+Ham.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508294952261505314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a children's play area that looks like a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFmFY_BCCI/AAAAAAAAHrs/Mt2_dvGR11w/s1600/Train.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFmFY_BCCI/AAAAAAAAHrs/Mt2_dvGR11w/s400/Train.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508296062042966050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the heat got too intense, I was on my way back home. The crowd was already starting to get heavy and it was only 10:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFmE8-thJI/AAAAAAAAHrk/bT03tSuGSvs/s1600/Sky+Tram.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFmE8-thJI/AAAAAAAAHrk/bT03tSuGSvs/s400/Sky+Tram.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508296054525494418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home by 11:00. The fair is nice but I had seen all I wanted to see before it got hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-9062712850998023465?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/9062712850998023465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=9062712850998023465&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/9062712850998023465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/9062712850998023465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/08/state-fair.html' title='State Fair'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THFlGmnTtgI/AAAAAAAAHrM/00pGnhBqXJw/s72-c/Double+Ferris+Wheel+%232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-6184459671573839728</id><published>2010-08-21T13:59:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T19:08:17.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heritage Farm Show</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a heritage farm show. One of my brothers and his family have been involved with this for over 20 years. It is held at a farmstead that has been turned into a working museum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAl37LDNOI/AAAAAAAAHqM/oMnuhEiGymM/s1600/A+Farm+%2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAl37LDNOI/AAAAAAAAHqM/oMnuhEiGymM/s400/A+Farm+%2317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507943986981188834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see farm things from the horse and buggy age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAjweueXoI/AAAAAAAAHo8/pW2QoTGEAzI/s1600/A+Farm+%2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAjweueXoI/AAAAAAAAHo8/pW2QoTGEAzI/s400/A+Farm+%2310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507941660062801538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tractors as new as the 1950s and 1960s - such as my all time favorite tractor, an International Harvester 560.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAmrwfIYeI/AAAAAAAAHqc/zHnalpddT5Y/s1600/A+Farm+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAmrwfIYeI/AAAAAAAAHqc/zHnalpddT5Y/s400/A+Farm+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507944877465821666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This monster tractor is from the 1920s. Notice the steel wheels.  It is hard to comprehend the size of this machine from this photo.  The wheels in back are over 10 feet high.  You see a man on an ATV in the background.  Believe me, this tractor is HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAonMzZRsI/AAAAAAAAHqk/rm9C_MlZxZI/s1600/A+Farm+%2320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAonMzZRsI/AAAAAAAAHqk/rm9C_MlZxZI/s400/A+Farm+%2320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507946998190917314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that 1920s tractor, there were steam traction tractors - called steam engines. This is the one my brother and his family run. These machines are much larger than they appear in photographs. However, this particular one is a moderate size engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAkhSsRROI/AAAAAAAAHpk/Wk9m_a-gJlM/s1600/A+Farm+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAkhSsRROI/AAAAAAAAHpk/Wk9m_a-gJlM/s400/A+Farm+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507942498645918946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long belt is connected to a sawmill. You can see it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAjyajsVdI/AAAAAAAAHpc/tBypi9a7eq0/s1600/A+Farm+%236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAjyajsVdI/AAAAAAAAHpc/tBypi9a7eq0/s400/A+Farm+%236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507941693303576018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steam engine powers the sawmill. Be careful there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAkhllPm9I/AAAAAAAAHps/8aCLLHhvjos/s1600/A+Farm+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAkhllPm9I/AAAAAAAAHps/8aCLLHhvjos/s400/A+Farm+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507942503716723666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another view of that blade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAkiAmyIcI/AAAAAAAAHp0/MsyfHu-OmJo/s1600/A+Farm+%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAkiAmyIcI/AAAAAAAAHp0/MsyfHu-OmJo/s400/A+Farm+%233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507942510970937794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - for people who think wind power is something new, take a look at this. Every farm and ranch had one of these for pumping water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAkiQQs0rI/AAAAAAAAHp8/KgfQBRwKBTo/s1600/A+Farm+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAkiQQs0rI/AAAAAAAAHp8/KgfQBRwKBTo/s400/A+Farm+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507942515173282482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess. I sure like this steam engine. The smell of it is quite nice - a mixture of wood and steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAizrLR&lt;br /&gt;CBI/AAAAAAAAHok/PxmtGtXyqco/s1600/A+Farm+%2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAizrLRCBI/AAAAAAAAHok/PxmtGtXyqco/s400/A+Farm+%2314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507940615432767506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like the way it looks - the red and yellow and black go together well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAizB6iTXI/AAAAAAAAHoc/CwByAQjPXHQ/s1600/A+Farm+%2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAizB6iTXI/AAAAAAAAHoc/CwByAQjPXHQ/s400/A+Farm+%2315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507940604356742514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe this is the BEST part! And, yes, there really was a Russell steam tractor engine company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAiy6lXHQI/AAAAAAAAHoU/1LPWmGPSfYM/s1600/A+Farm+%2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAiy6lXHQI/AAAAAAAAHoU/1LPWmGPSfYM/s400/A+Farm+%2316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507940602388880642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-6184459671573839728?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/6184459671573839728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=6184459671573839728&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6184459671573839728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6184459671573839728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/08/power-show.html' title='Heritage Farm Show'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/THAl37LDNOI/AAAAAAAAHqM/oMnuhEiGymM/s72-c/A+Farm+%2317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-8079479636257870533</id><published>2010-08-10T06:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T07:09:24.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Rain and Crickets</title><content type='html'>This morning we had another rain storm in Iowa. We have had a lot of rain the past couple of days. Rainfall amounts of 4 to 6 inches have been common. The days are excruciatingly hot and humid and this makes things perfect for summer storms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though such heavy rain is not good, I find the lightning fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TGE-ZVR0GwI/AAAAAAAAHm0/ZTruE3DJjWw/s1600/A+Storm+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TGE-ZVR0GwI/AAAAAAAAHm0/ZTruE3DJjWw/s400/A+Storm+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503748824552971010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one of those people who stand outside and watch the lightning. Of course when it starts to get too close, I get inside but I still find it one of nature's true wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TGE-Y-qSDcI/AAAAAAAAHms/47d4o5WopeE/s1600/A+Storm+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TGE-Y-qSDcI/AAAAAAAAHms/47d4o5WopeE/s400/A+Storm+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503748818481581506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something calming about listening to the thunder in the distance, seeing the flashes of lightning and hearing the gentle rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TGE-Yf-0PDI/AAAAAAAAHmc/EuaiPru_w9k/s1600/A+Storm+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TGE-Yf-0PDI/AAAAAAAAHmc/EuaiPru_w9k/s400/A+Storm+%234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503748810246208562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video I took early this morning. You can hear crickets chirping and hear thunder. The clicking noise you hear in the video is actually drops of water hitting the camera. I was standing in the doorway of my barn when I took this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://majorityoftwo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Johanna&lt;/a&gt; mentioned to me she always liked to hear the sound of crickets when she was on Vancouver Island.  Apparently crickets are not common in Vancouver.  So here you go!  Crickets, crickets, crickets!  And a bit of lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YdhFMaV88zc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YdhFMaV88zc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-8079479636257870533?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/8079479636257870533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=8079479636257870533&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/8079479636257870533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/8079479636257870533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-rain-and-crickets.html' title='Summer Rain and Crickets'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TGE-ZVR0GwI/AAAAAAAAHm0/ZTruE3DJjWw/s72-c/A+Storm+%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-8581166303762164898</id><published>2010-08-07T08:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T09:27:14.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Intolerance</title><content type='html'>Okay. Chances are about 100% you can identify this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1hqkytxgI/AAAAAAAAHlk/y-XRRgr-iM8/s1600/A+Bob+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1hqkytxgI/AAAAAAAAHlk/y-XRRgr-iM8/s400/A+Bob+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502661703775405570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout this man? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1hrD0mFCI/AAAAAAAAHl0/sP2BnrRln4M/s1600/A+Bob+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1hrD0mFCI/AAAAAAAAHl0/sP2BnrRln4M/s400/A+Bob+%233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502661712104789026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this gentleman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1hqkDhysI/AAAAAAAAHls/3__9lEHKNOM/s1600/A+Bob+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1hqkDhysI/AAAAAAAAHls/3__9lEHKNOM/s400/A+Bob+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502661703577488066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you knew Sarah Palin. The next man is Congressman Steve King of Iowa. The third image is of Bob Vander Plaats. Mr. Vander Plaats ran (again) to be Iowa governor and lost (again). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of them are extremely conservative politicians and, in my opinion, are the epitome of intolerance. To be overly generalistic, they are self righteous people who believe they have the right to tell others how to live. They are each very critical of people who do not share their rigid beliefs. Each of them will loudly and boldly proclaim that progressive liberals are destroying the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tea Party movement - which each of the above supports - recently put up this billboard in Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1oR2o9C7I/AAAAAAAAHmU/76d7QNoxX24/s1600/A+Bob+%237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1oR2o9C7I/AAAAAAAAHmU/76d7QNoxX24/s400/A+Bob+%237.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502668975650966450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Vander Plaats is spending the next few months trying to get some of our Iowa Supreme Court justices voted off the bench. He and his followers are upset that the court ruled gays have a legal right to be married. When he was running for governor, his primary message was that he would issue an Executive Order outlawing same sex marriage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an image of extreme intolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1iVMIL9zI/AAAAAAAAHl8/1uqG9roJgnQ/s1600/A+Bob+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 343px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1iVMIL9zI/AAAAAAAAHl8/1uqG9roJgnQ/s400/A+Bob+%234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502662435888953138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These idiots are from the Westboro Baptist Church of Topeka, Kansas. They protest military funerals since they believe the United States is endorsing gay rights by allowing gays to be in the military. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Sarah Palin, Steve King and Bob Vander Plaats do NOT support these crazy people. But these extremists illustrate the ignorance of excessive intolerance. Yet it is the court system that protects the right of these people to engage in such hate speech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1jh9M50uI/AAAAAAAAHmM/Am8Xk5IfJ4Q/s1600/A+Bob+%236.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1jh9M50uI/AAAAAAAAHmM/Am8Xk5IfJ4Q/s400/A+Bob+%236.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502663754732131042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a world that is getting closer every day because of the internet and other advances in communication and technology. It is time we think of ourselves as a world community and get away from parochialism. And as a world community, we must embrace diversity. It is through diversity we get stronger and can enrich our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1jhi25l_I/AAAAAAAAHmE/RplLrW3Tm24/s1600/A+Bob+%235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1jhi25l_I/AAAAAAAAHmE/RplLrW3Tm24/s400/A+Bob+%235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502663747660519410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect the right of radical conservatives to say what they want. But I hope they remember it is because of progressive liberals and intelligent judges that all of us have the rights we have today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-8581166303762164898?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/8581166303762164898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=8581166303762164898&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/8581166303762164898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/8581166303762164898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/08/intolerance.html' title='Intolerance'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TF1hqkytxgI/AAAAAAAAHlk/y-XRRgr-iM8/s72-c/A+Bob+%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-6863799417740157573</id><published>2010-08-01T10:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:02:04.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grotto</title><content type='html'>In the movie &lt;em&gt;Field of Dreams&lt;/em&gt;, Kevin Costner see a ghostly figure emerge from a corn field.  The man asks "Is this heaven?" and Costner says "No, it's Iowa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you look at this first image you might wonder what part of the world this church is located.  Believe it or not, it's Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWQC7SJcgI/AAAAAAAAHks/u5xduderL0M/s1600/A+Grotto+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWQC7SJcgI/AAAAAAAAHks/u5xduderL0M/s400/A+Grotto+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500460899850875394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1912, a Catholic priest arrived at a tiny Iowa town.  He had survived a serious illness and kept his promise to the Blessed Mother to build a shrine in Her honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWNtNHSGuI/AAAAAAAAHjg/tvHgtnMesH0/s1600/A+Grotto+%239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWNtNHSGuI/AAAAAAAAHjg/tvHgtnMesH0/s400/A+Grotto+%239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500458327656766178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing sort of lead to another and 80 years later the world famous Grotto of the Redemption was finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWQAwOeLmI/AAAAAAAAHkk/2KxOxgNL3y4/s1600/A+Grotto+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWQAwOeLmI/AAAAAAAAHkk/2KxOxgNL3y4/s400/A+Grotto+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500460862522928738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grotto, which is actually nine shrines, is made up of rocks from all over the world and all 50 of the United States.  This area sets out the Stations of the Cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWTQGXSoVI/AAAAAAAAHk8/TEGx6A98-yg/s1600/A+Grotto+%2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWTQGXSoVI/AAAAAAAAHk8/TEGx6A98-yg/s400/A+Grotto+%2315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500464424698421586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout this for a restroom sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWS9mKojcI/AAAAAAAAHk0/w1d24_00YnY/s1600/A+Grotto+%2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWS9mKojcI/AAAAAAAAHk0/w1d24_00YnY/s400/A+Grotto+%2314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500464106817752514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the snake from the Garden of Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWNr3PxzeI/AAAAAAAAHjI/DAg22H6NAx8/s1600/A+Grotto+%2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWNr3PxzeI/AAAAAAAAHjI/DAg22H6NAx8/s400/A+Grotto+%2312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500458304606948834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the grotto there are several beautiful hand carved statutes.  These come from Italy and were each made especially for this grotto.  Here is the Angel who banishes Adam and Eve from the Garden of Eden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWNrm3Q1NI/AAAAAAAAHjA/KLEt5OvA-hM/s1600/A+Grotto+%2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWNrm3Q1NI/AAAAAAAAHjA/KLEt5OvA-hM/s400/A+Grotto+%2313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500458300209157330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses with the Ten Commandments is also here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWNsLzYEvI/AAAAAAAAHjQ/pbRbfNjALQU/s1600/A+Grotto+%2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWNsLzYEvI/AAAAAAAAHjQ/pbRbfNjALQU/s400/A+Grotto+%2311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500458310124966642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photographs cannot begin to do justice to the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWOpFnPRlI/AAAAAAAAHkE/Wd8E-ZxEpIA/s1600/A+Grotto+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWOpFnPRlI/AAAAAAAAHkE/Wd8E-ZxEpIA/s400/A+Grotto+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500459356435465810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the large ball?  That is actually a rock that started out as a large ball of mud in South Dakota.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWOosuxiWI/AAAAAAAAHj4/uLv0LRRHdlQ/s1600/A+Grotto+%236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWOosuxiWI/AAAAAAAAHj4/uLv0LRRHdlQ/s400/A+Grotto+%236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500459349756184930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a separate building there is a display of all the various rocks used to create the grotto and where each is from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWNspKgbAI/AAAAAAAAHjY/4w6StvaLnXo/s1600/A+Grotto+%2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWNspKgbAI/AAAAAAAAHjY/4w6StvaLnXo/s400/A+Grotto+%2310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500458318006610946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few images give you just a glimpse of what some people call the Eighth Wonder of the World.  And this is located in an out-of-the-way tiny town on the prairies of Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWOpmwMpII/AAAAAAAAHkQ/ZVovlcxzeCQ/s1600/A+Grotto+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWOpmwMpII/AAAAAAAAHkQ/ZVovlcxzeCQ/s400/A+Grotto+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500459365331412098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the greatest wonders are in your own back yard.  Most likely only a very small percentage of Iowans have visited this place.  And that is too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-6863799417740157573?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/6863799417740157573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=6863799417740157573&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6863799417740157573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6863799417740157573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/08/grotto.html' title='Grotto'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFWQC7SJcgI/AAAAAAAAHks/u5xduderL0M/s72-c/A+Grotto+%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-5950186133308394189</id><published>2010-07-28T19:31:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:19:26.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real Treasure</title><content type='html'>Today I was driving through a small town in Iowa and came across something that was astounding.  There, sitting side by side on a quiet little street were two beautifully preserved Frank Lloyd Wright houses.  I was astounded beyond belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the local grain elevator is in the background. (You may wish to click on these images to see them larger.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDM6WDRMyI/AAAAAAAAHh0/59R1borc7ko/s1600/A+House+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDM6WDRMyI/AAAAAAAAHh0/59R1borc7ko/s400/A+House+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499120447743144738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house on the corner was incredible.  Notice the beautiful roof lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDM7h8QeYI/AAAAAAAAHiE/jgFlRiVZUHc/s1600/A+House+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDM7h8QeYI/AAAAAAAAHiE/jgFlRiVZUHc/s400/A+House+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499120468114831746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first house even has a three car garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDPFSK-KaI/AAAAAAAAHiU/1bPw274LIYM/s1600/A+House+%237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDPFSK-KaI/AAAAAAAAHiU/1bPw274LIYM/s400/A+House+%237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499122834703526306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ivy growing up the side of this first house accentuates it character.  Notice how immaculate everything is.  It is like looking in a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDM7E3YCBI/AAAAAAAAHh8/Q0e3brbYI3A/s1600/A+House+%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDM7E3YCBI/AAAAAAAAHh8/Q0e3brbYI3A/s400/A+House+%233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499120460309727250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the first house grabs your attention, it is the second house that has even more appeal in its subtle ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDPF2HnUcI/AAAAAAAAHic/3ouQH2Ykz6U/s1600/A+House+%238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDPF2HnUcI/AAAAAAAAHic/3ouQH2Ykz6U/s400/A+House+%238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499122844353122754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, look at the brick window box with the purple and white petunias on the second level.  This did not happen by accident.  This was carefully planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDNG0SMAnI/AAAAAAAAHiM/3xbjOCoY-Qg/s1600/A+house+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDNG0SMAnI/AAAAAAAAHiM/3xbjOCoY-Qg/s400/A+house+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499120662017213042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in classic Frank Lloyd Wright tradition, the windows are multi paned and identical throughout the entire level of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDM5-cE2PI/AAAAAAAAHhs/1Z8Q_MRmwIE/s1600/A+House+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDM5-cE2PI/AAAAAAAAHhs/1Z8Q_MRmwIE/s400/A+House+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499120441404741874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windows of the first house were similar but just a bit more intricate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDSH9PU72I/AAAAAAAAHis/U7KlYNsYvqs/s1600/A+House+%2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDSH9PU72I/AAAAAAAAHis/U7KlYNsYvqs/s400/A+House+%2310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499126179159142242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess is that Frank Lloyd Wright probably did not actually design these two houses.  However, the archetict who did was definitely a strong believer in the Praire School of design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDSHSzGqHI/AAAAAAAAHik/BbeKSZ9llRQ/s1600/A+House+%239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDSHSzGqHI/AAAAAAAAHik/BbeKSZ9llRQ/s400/A+House+%239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499126167766476914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two houses, side by side, are as much Frank Lloyd Wright's design as anything you would see in Oak Park - the famous suburb of Chicago where several of his houses are located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDTFXxIdEI/AAAAAAAAHi0/_W9kQE6Qce0/s1600/A+House+%2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDTFXxIdEI/AAAAAAAAHi0/_W9kQE6Qce0/s400/A+House+%2311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499127234252272706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all probability, people most likely drive by these two houses every day and not even notice them.  But when I saw these I nearly wrecked my car!  They are beyond incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-5950186133308394189?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/5950186133308394189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=5950186133308394189&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5950186133308394189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/5950186133308394189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/07/real-treasure.html' title='A Real Treasure'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TFDM6WDRMyI/AAAAAAAAHh0/59R1borc7ko/s72-c/A+House+%234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-4244028232660975606</id><published>2010-07-26T09:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:53:04.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Flowers</title><content type='html'>I heard &lt;a href="http://majorityoftwo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Johanna&lt;/a&gt; has a couple of visitors this week.  So I thought I would drive to a nature trail and take some pictures of flowers to show them.  Late July is a great time for flowers on the prairie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I was walking to my truck, I happened to look around me and realized I was surrounded by flowers.  So here is a sampling of some of the flowers that are on my own property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purple cone flower is always a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2YXC5JJsI/AAAAAAAAHf8/WBS7rWxL24g/s1600/A+Flower+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2YXC5JJsI/AAAAAAAAHf8/WBS7rWxL24g/s400/A+Flower+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498218241770202818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I confess, I have a special place in my heart for the pale yellow cone flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2YXsoNppI/AAAAAAAAHgE/p6yqS8jQQGc/s1600/A+Flower+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2YXsoNppI/AAAAAAAAHgE/p6yqS8jQQGc/s400/A+Flower+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498218252973483666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yellow and happy looking coreopsis is always a summer delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2YX93cerI/AAAAAAAAHgM/4If05TyMIpY/s1600/A+Flower+%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2YX93cerI/AAAAAAAAHgM/4If05TyMIpY/s400/A+Flower+%233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498218257600772786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very close to these in the last image and they look huge, don't they?  But they are actually a somewhat small flower.  Here's a more realistic view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2Zz0REWmI/AAAAAAAAHg8/vvHNiJC0IGg/s1600/A+Flower+%239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2Zz0REWmI/AAAAAAAAHg8/vvHNiJC0IGg/s400/A+Flower+%239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498219835571853922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the little bumble bee on this waning spiderwort blossom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2ZzXlXzJI/AAAAAAAAHg0/H4n-qRIh93Q/s1600/A+Flower+%238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2ZzXlXzJI/AAAAAAAAHg0/H4n-qRIh93Q/s400/A+Flower+%238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498219827872386194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some wild purple sage.  It is actually very invasive so if you plant this be careful!  It really spreads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2ZyQqvk5I/AAAAAAAAHgk/UsM54IEw45Q/s1600/A+Flower+%236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2ZyQqvk5I/AAAAAAAAHgk/UsM54IEw45Q/s400/A+Flower+%236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498219808835998610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bee balm.  Butterflies love this flower.  See the pale yellow coneflower in the background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2YYwHk6xI/AAAAAAAAHgc/weFSE3tZZGE/s1600/A+Flower+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2YYwHk6xI/AAAAAAAAHgc/weFSE3tZZGE/s400/A+Flower+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498218271090207506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another image of bee balm.  It is actually a fairly tall flower, though most prairie flowers are usually small and close to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2Z0BWb2pI/AAAAAAAAHhE/x0nOryDm7eM/s1600/A+Flower+%2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2Z0BWb2pI/AAAAAAAAHhE/x0nOryDm7eM/s400/A+Flower+%2310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498219839084026514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Asian daylilly is very common in Iowa.  However, what is not common is that it is a plant with vividly blue blossoms.  For some reason, blue is a very unusual color in wild flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2ajYyCbcI/AAAAAAAAHhM/tOLfXhQeWnY/s1600/A+Flower+%2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2ajYyCbcI/AAAAAAAAHhM/tOLfXhQeWnY/s400/A+Flower+%2311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498220652827667906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see this rather less than attractive plant?  It is a thistle that is dying away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2aj6K-2mI/AAAAAAAAHhU/yBo88LKuuHk/s1600/A+Flower+%2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2aj6K-2mI/AAAAAAAAHhU/yBo88LKuuHk/s400/A+Flower+%2312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498220661790661218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what?  Thistle seed is the favorite food of Iowa's state bird -- the gold finch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2akCzoZYI/AAAAAAAAHhc/QjOLsrifl5o/s1600/Gold+Finch+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2akCzoZYI/AAAAAAAAHhc/QjOLsrifl5o/s400/Gold+Finch+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498220664108639618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and I hope you liked this little tour of some flowers around my place! Oh, Bailey says "hi!" to all of you in Vancouver. I will post some pictures of him soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to know if dogs are allowed in such a big city?????  He is, after all, a country dog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-4244028232660975606?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/4244028232660975606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=4244028232660975606&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4244028232660975606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4244028232660975606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/07/morning-flowers.html' title='Morning Flowers'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TE2YXC5JJsI/AAAAAAAAHf8/WBS7rWxL24g/s72-c/A+Flower+%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-215654568139276390</id><published>2010-07-19T20:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:50:16.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spray Plane</title><content type='html'>At about 7:30 this evening I heard an airplane flying over my house. I ran outside to see what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9Lpo_kWI/AAAAAAAAHes/8t7c6d_SV88/s1600/A+Spray+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9Lpo_kWI/AAAAAAAAHes/8t7c6d_SV88/s400/A+Spray+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495795821897027938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away I could see it was a crop sprayer plane. See the spraying equipment mounted to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9vAUuVcI/AAAAAAAAHfc/QI9GtJdTkVc/s1600/A+Spray+Plane+%237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9vAUuVcI/AAAAAAAAHfc/QI9GtJdTkVc/s400/A+Spray+Plane+%237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495796429281449410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These planes fly over a field of corn or soybeans spraying chemicals to destroy bugs and other things that can damage the growing crop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9u1Wr9lI/AAAAAAAAHfU/ChDpgr0JjW4/s1600/A+Spray+Plane+%236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9u1Wr9lI/AAAAAAAAHfU/ChDpgr0JjW4/s400/A+Spray+Plane+%236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495796426336892498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After turning a big circle in the sky, it swoops down on the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9MAD6EAI/AAAAAAAAHe0/kCgxOz5mko8/s1600/A+Spray+Plane+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9MAD6EAI/AAAAAAAAHe0/kCgxOz5mko8/s400/A+Spray+Plane+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495795827915493378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9M2sXZcI/AAAAAAAAHe8/Zf1lTYLGYdE/s1600/A+Spray+Plane+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9M2sXZcI/AAAAAAAAHe8/Zf1lTYLGYdE/s400/A+Spray+Plane+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495795842580702658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying over the crop at over 100 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9NdMG56I/AAAAAAAAHfE/Wh6TgQ9oMW4/s1600/A+Spray+Plane+%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9NdMG56I/AAAAAAAAHfE/Wh6TgQ9oMW4/s400/A+Spray+Plane+%233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495795852914386850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within seconds he is back in the air ready for another run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9NwPVyJI/AAAAAAAAHfM/SVp_DcYaca8/s1600/A+Spray+Plane+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9NwPVyJI/AAAAAAAAHfM/SVp_DcYaca8/s400/A+Spray+Plane+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495795858028218514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought my riding lawnmower was fast. Everything is relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-215654568139276390?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/215654568139276390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=215654568139276390&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/215654568139276390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/215654568139276390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/07/spray-plane.html' title='Spray Plane'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TET9Lpo_kWI/AAAAAAAAHes/8t7c6d_SV88/s72-c/A+Spray+%235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-7716199135127315196</id><published>2010-07-16T18:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T19:49:18.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cable Free</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I called DirecTV and told them I no longer wanted satellite TV.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DirecTV (which is a very fine company) lets you do anything online -- pay your bill, change your TV package, etc -- but if you want to discontinue service, you have to call.  So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TEDusuKYPPI/AAAAAAAAHeM/MdRMEJXczeg/s1600/A+TV+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TEDusuKYPPI/AAAAAAAAHeM/MdRMEJXczeg/s400/A+TV+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494653997465222386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think satellite TV is great.  But I decided it was time to be a bit more frugal and to go back to basics.  I can listen to baseball games on the radio and broadcast TV has a variety of programming.  Not like satellite but enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TEDusfe-wVI/AAAAAAAAHeE/mfaEysDfNJg/s1600/A+TV+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TEDusfe-wVI/AAAAAAAAHeE/mfaEysDfNJg/s400/A+TV+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494653993525100882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my HD digital indoor TV antenna looks like.  It can pull stations from towers up to 35 miles away.  I get ABC, CBS, FOX, NBC, PBS and a few other stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TEDur3ONSSI/AAAAAAAAHd8/8tt2nAZxt3Q/s1600/A+TV+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 395px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TEDur3ONSSI/AAAAAAAAHd8/8tt2nAZxt3Q/s400/A+TV+%233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494653982717331746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night instead of Larry King, I watched a bit of Magnum P.I.  I admit the show is a bit dated but it was okay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TEDurpadBaI/AAAAAAAAHd0/XJ7-29b-Bvs/s1600/A+TV+%235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TEDurpadBaI/AAAAAAAAHd0/XJ7-29b-Bvs/s400/A+TV+%235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494653979010598306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping this will force me to do some more reading when I am inside.  Also, I can watch movies on my DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the big test will come when college football starts up in a month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-7716199135127315196?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/7716199135127315196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=7716199135127315196&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7716199135127315196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7716199135127315196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/07/cable-free.html' title='Cable Free'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TEDusuKYPPI/AAAAAAAAHeM/MdRMEJXczeg/s72-c/A+TV+%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-8193117954314525431</id><published>2010-06-12T17:05:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T06:04:33.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fountain Down</title><content type='html'>We have been having one severe storm after another for the past several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I stepped out into my yard and saw my Wacky Bird had blown over. I wasn't suprised since he blows over quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQHfFcrW5I/AAAAAAAAHdU/P1sSHU4lH68/s1600/Fountain+%2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQHfFcrW5I/AAAAAAAAHdU/P1sSHU4lH68/s400/Fountain+%2311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482014877036534674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was shocked when I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQHgQ2UJRI/AAAAAAAAHdk/T68ScXxNgSc/s1600/Fountain+%2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQHgQ2UJRI/AAAAAAAAHdk/T68ScXxNgSc/s400/Fountain+%2313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482014897276724498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived here for 15 years.  Never once has this fountain toppled over.  This fountain is made out of solid concrete and is very, very heavy.  It is also bigger than it looks in these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started the process of putting it back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQGmxBKmSI/AAAAAAAAHdE/rPeaYhBMUgQ/s1600/Fountain+%239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQGmxBKmSI/AAAAAAAAHdE/rPeaYhBMUgQ/s400/Fountain+%239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482013909479758114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem was the large bowl at the base of the fountain.  It is extremely heavy.  There was only one way I would ever get it back up on the pedestal.  Time to get my tractor.  Fortunately this is a real tractor.  A little lawnmower type tractor would never lift this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQGl-JTSRI/AAAAAAAAHc8/oUdbzpH9H34/s1600/Fountain+%238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQGl-JTSRI/AAAAAAAAHc8/oUdbzpH9H34/s400/Fountain+%238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482013895823673618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could easily lift the concrete bowl with the loader.  It was just a matter of getting it positioned in the right spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQGkwpng_I/AAAAAAAAHcs/2fKuGeoge8Y/s1600/Fountain+%236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQGkwpng_I/AAAAAAAAHcs/2fKuGeoge8Y/s400/Fountain+%236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482013875021251570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice and easy.  Take your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQFvChp3zI/AAAAAAAAHck/dmsqbO3dZM8/s1600/Fountain+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQFvChp3zI/AAAAAAAAHck/dmsqbO3dZM8/s400/Fountain+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482012952106753842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!  Okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQFuAUo8LI/AAAAAAAAHcc/z3ER32G_Vr8/s1600/Fountain+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQFuAUo8LI/AAAAAAAAHcc/z3ER32G_Vr8/s400/Fountain+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482012934335426738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to put the rest of the fountain together pretty easily once the large bowl was on.  I will need to get it balanced - but first I will let the ground settle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQFr-0LPDI/AAAAAAAAHcE/GDvJyEw7qXI/s1600/Fountian+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQFr-0LPDI/AAAAAAAAHcE/GDvJyEw7qXI/s400/Fountian+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482012899571088434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Wacky Bird?  He's back up and going again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQHflJXyjI/AAAAAAAAHdc/2OBiZIUGBsg/s1600/Fountain+%2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQHflJXyjI/AAAAAAAAHdc/2OBiZIUGBsg/s400/Fountain+%2312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482014885545495090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-8193117954314525431?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/8193117954314525431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=8193117954314525431&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/8193117954314525431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/8193117954314525431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/06/fountain-down.html' title='Fountain Down'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TBQHfFcrW5I/AAAAAAAAHdU/P1sSHU4lH68/s72-c/Fountain+%2311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-6161450642778803574</id><published>2010-06-08T20:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:04:17.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow</title><content type='html'>Tonight after supper I stepped outside and saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TA7z8c1TLOI/AAAAAAAAHbk/-dRzFQ46GXs/s1600/Rainbow+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TA7z8c1TLOI/AAAAAAAAHbk/-dRzFQ46GXs/s400/Rainbow+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480586016413920482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking the other way I saw this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TA7z75aZTEI/AAAAAAAAHbc/pA6rnRSqQ24/s1600/Rainbow+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TA7z75aZTEI/AAAAAAAAHbc/pA6rnRSqQ24/s400/Rainbow+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480586006905834562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember learning ROY G BIV? Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TA7z6-3q-CI/AAAAAAAAHbU/nDQ7NimD_68/s1600/Rainbow+%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TA7z6-3q-CI/AAAAAAAAHbU/nDQ7NimD_68/s400/Rainbow+%233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480585991190935586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever a person thinks the advancements in computers, cell phones, high def TVs, and all other sorts of technology are incredible -- and they are -- look at a rainbow. And be truly amazed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TA71aBD5OvI/AAAAAAAAHbs/nF_E57XGVVY/s1600/IMG_7909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TA71aBD5OvI/AAAAAAAAHbs/nF_E57XGVVY/s400/IMG_7909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480587623866645234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-6161450642778803574?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/6161450642778803574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=6161450642778803574&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6161450642778803574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6161450642778803574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/06/rainbow.html' title='Rainbow'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TA7z8c1TLOI/AAAAAAAAHbk/-dRzFQ46GXs/s72-c/Rainbow+%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-8517718447330659442</id><published>2010-06-05T17:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T18:13:10.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cody's Trailer</title><content type='html'>Today Bailey and I took Cody Pony over to the farrier to get his feet trimmed and to get his yearly shots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArUOlArOvI/AAAAAAAAHa0/U-Ans-RF_Oo/s1600/A+Trailer+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArUOlArOvI/AAAAAAAAHa0/U-Ans-RF_Oo/s400/A+Trailer+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479425243567831794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the little livestock trailer painted and put new tires on it.  The paint job was supposed to match my truck and have white wheels to set off the black tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArVkpyUSlI/AAAAAAAAHa8/KNQiS7bs9cU/s1600/IMG_7699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArVkpyUSlI/AAAAAAAAHa8/KNQiS7bs9cU/s400/IMG_7699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479426722318535250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after having it for a bit, I decided not to get all upset.  I am sort of getting used to it and I like how understated it is (!).  It looks like it has black tennis shoes on - and that is sort of popular these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArTsO8TpmI/AAAAAAAAHaE/icw068z0II0/s1600/A+Trailer+%237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArTsO8TpmI/AAAAAAAAHaE/icw068z0II0/s400/A+Trailer+%237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479424653528376930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got Cody back, we decided to let him out in his pasture.  Bailey was there to, uh, supervise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArTrqcDK7I/AAAAAAAAHZ8/ZSjnBc6H0SI/s1600/A+Trailer+%239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArTrqcDK7I/AAAAAAAAHZ8/ZSjnBc6H0SI/s400/A+Trailer+%239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479424643729402802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A livestock trailer is an open box.  I let Cody stand in the front part of the trailer and I do not tie him up.  I believe he can move easier that way if he needs to shift his weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArTrUE2fqI/AAAAAAAAHZ0/LdcfyNnig7o/s1600/A+Trailer+%2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArTrUE2fqI/AAAAAAAAHZ0/LdcfyNnig7o/s400/A+Trailer+%2310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479424637726523042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey steps in to make sure everything is okay before we open the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArS1avLzaI/AAAAAAAAHZs/OlJ7_0y1SWc/s1600/A+Trailer+%2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArS1avLzaI/AAAAAAAAHZs/OlJ7_0y1SWc/s400/A+Trailer+%2311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479423711801757090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gate open and time for Cody to step out.  Bailey seems to be encouraging him to step down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArS0hxLaUI/AAAAAAAAHZc/SiwuM6KbQ08/s1600/A+Trailer+%2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArS0hxLaUI/AAAAAAAAHZc/SiwuM6KbQ08/s400/A+Trailer+%2313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479423696509299010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody can't wait to get into that grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArS0HTD41I/AAAAAAAAHZU/95CuENvGxuA/s1600/A+Trailer+%2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArS0HTD41I/AAAAAAAAHZU/95CuENvGxuA/s400/A+Trailer+%2314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479423689403654994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.  Feet trimmed.  All yearly shots received.  Time to play and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArSzzu79sI/AAAAAAAAHZM/v5QMll-wgEs/s1600/A+Trailer+%2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArSzzu79sI/AAAAAAAAHZM/v5QMll-wgEs/s400/A+Trailer+%2315.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479423684151867074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-8517718447330659442?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/8517718447330659442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=8517718447330659442&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/8517718447330659442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/8517718447330659442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/06/codys-trailer.html' title='Cody&apos;s Trailer'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TArUOlArOvI/AAAAAAAAHa0/U-Ans-RF_Oo/s72-c/A+Trailer+%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-3568989015641839777</id><published>2010-06-03T11:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T11:35:32.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>I was driving through a small town recently and thought I saw .... a phone booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfTyvO0nmI/AAAAAAAAHX8/s2dgqj3kw50/s1600/A+Booth+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfTyvO0nmI/AAAAAAAAHX8/s2dgqj3kw50/s400/A+Booth+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478580340345052770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought it was probably someone's yard ornament.  A novelty from the past.  But as I got closer it certainly looked real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfTy69KWHI/AAAAAAAAHYE/Rs9tKmHGtP0/s1600/A+Booth+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfTy69KWHI/AAAAAAAAHYE/Rs9tKmHGtP0/s400/A+Booth+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478580343492204658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped, got out of my car and walked over to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfTzi2SORI/AAAAAAAAHYM/9DenDqPtoTA/s1600/A+Booth+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfTzi2SORI/AAAAAAAAHYM/9DenDqPtoTA/s400/A+Booth+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478580354200779026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was most definitely real.  I really don't recall the last time I have seen one of these stand alone pay phone booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfTzxxJhzI/AAAAAAAAHYU/LaEmyWn-IAQ/s1600/A+Booth+%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfTzxxJhzI/AAAAAAAAHYU/LaEmyWn-IAQ/s400/A+Booth+%233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478580358205769522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I spotted this tiny park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfWR3VCRgI/AAAAAAAAHYc/OpgAw-q_OHA/s1600/A+Booth+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfWR3VCRgI/AAAAAAAAHYc/OpgAw-q_OHA/s400/A+Booth+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478583074117797378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a classic merry-go-round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfWT_749hI/AAAAAAAAHY8/PicpyFct-0k/s1600/A+Booth+%2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfWT_749hI/AAAAAAAAHY8/PicpyFct-0k/s400/A+Booth+%2310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478583110787986962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jungle gym -- something you always found on every playground but never see any more.  At least, not this type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfWTYMvK3I/AAAAAAAAHY0/zD4XMl8AZ9s/s1600/A+Booth+%239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfWTYMvK3I/AAAAAAAAHY0/zD4XMl8AZ9s/s400/A+Booth+%239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478583100121230194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old swing set with high metal frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfWS9XNmRI/AAAAAAAAHYs/KOrjKw0rXqc/s1600/A+Booth+%238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfWS9XNmRI/AAAAAAAAHYs/KOrjKw0rXqc/s400/A+Booth+%238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478583092917410066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a once upon a time pretty fancy teeter totter.  Which would would I run for?  The yellow one or the white one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfWSe8rtTI/AAAAAAAAHYk/4VS4svuA2M4/s1600/A+Booth+%237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfWSe8rtTI/AAAAAAAAHYk/4VS4svuA2M4/s400/A+Booth+%237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478583084753073458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down this street I can almost see kids riding their bicycles as they hang on to fishing poles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfYPMwaC_I/AAAAAAAAHZE/wkFINajm_fg/s1600/IMG_7585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfYPMwaC_I/AAAAAAAAHZE/wkFINajm_fg/s400/IMG_7585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478585227353394162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small towns.  They still have a heart.  And in this little place, I felt like it was 1960 all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-3568989015641839777?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/3568989015641839777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=3568989015641839777&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/3568989015641839777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/3568989015641839777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/06/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAfTyvO0nmI/AAAAAAAAHX8/s2dgqj3kw50/s72-c/A+Booth+%232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-7247240703442858961</id><published>2010-05-31T14:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:11:38.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gardens</title><content type='html'>Recently I visited a popular public garden near Iowa State University. As you walk in the main gate, you are greeted by several large statutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQWqp-hdaI/AAAAAAAAHXs/LTPPp0X4rjU/s1600/IMG_7270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQWqp-hdaI/AAAAAAAAHXs/LTPPp0X4rjU/s400/IMG_7270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477527968867775906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several bottle trees were inside the main building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQVWjXHSpI/AAAAAAAAHXc/GwDSdwoTDEI/s1600/A+Bottle+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQVWjXHSpI/AAAAAAAAHXc/GwDSdwoTDEI/s400/A+Bottle+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477526523982858898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The are quite fun. Short pieces of rebar are welded to a long rebar piece and the bottles are placed upside down on the rebar (which is used to reinforce concrete).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQVWP4JmWI/AAAAAAAAHXU/vpx-ls2hsT4/s1600/A+Bottle+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQVWP4JmWI/AAAAAAAAHXU/vpx-ls2hsT4/s400/A+Bottle+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477526518752713058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Iowa's official flower - the wild rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQVVah8Q6I/AAAAAAAAHXE/Il0YrLwBOXs/s1600/A+Bottle+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQVVah8Q6I/AAAAAAAAHXE/Il0YrLwBOXs/s400/A+Bottle+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477526504432485282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this bronze sun dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQaf3jKXqI/AAAAAAAAHX0/sDJ8RhsqNjU/s1600/A+Bottle+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQaf3jKXqI/AAAAAAAAHX0/sDJ8RhsqNjU/s400/A+Bottle+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477532181579062946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whale is made out of willow. He is pretty big and even has a large tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQUTZlcUKI/AAAAAAAAHW0/yqLxUsVLpno/s1600/A+Bottle+%237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQUTZlcUKI/AAAAAAAAHW0/yqLxUsVLpno/s400/A+Bottle+%237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477525370307367074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These colorful small turbines are promoting wind energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQUTG3p9rI/AAAAAAAAHWs/GZIb8EBOYBo/s1600/A+Bottle+%238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQUTG3p9rI/AAAAAAAAHWs/GZIb8EBOYBo/s400/A+Bottle+%238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477525365283485362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness! What do we have here??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQUSv6bgCI/AAAAAAAAHWk/BqfyuWbH140/s1600/A+Bottle+%239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQUSv6bgCI/AAAAAAAAHWk/BqfyuWbH140/s400/A+Bottle+%239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477525359121104930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was very peaceful. I liked this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQUSFYsKsI/AAAAAAAAHWc/6k7VlZR2Kjw/s1600/A+Bottle+%2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQUSFYsKsI/AAAAAAAAHWc/6k7VlZR2Kjw/s400/A+Bottle+%2310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477525347705301698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old gate makes a nice decoration in a flower garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQURildY-I/AAAAAAAAHWU/bi2FfJNuI6M/s1600/A+Bottle+%2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQURildY-I/AAAAAAAAHWU/bi2FfJNuI6M/s400/A+Bottle+%2311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477525338363618274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of water features are found throughout the gardens. The sound of water is very soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQTVf34foI/AAAAAAAAHWM/gEOZQ5iBXeM/s1600/A+Bottle+%2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQTVf34foI/AAAAAAAAHWM/gEOZQ5iBXeM/s400/A+Bottle+%2312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477524306843434626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thousands of daisies in one part of the gardens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQTU8xCzeI/AAAAAAAAHWE/CXrANTBVkTE/s1600/A+Bottle+%2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQTU8xCzeI/AAAAAAAAHWE/CXrANTBVkTE/s400/A+Bottle+%2313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477524297419509218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a creative use of a livestock water tank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQTUeZ0sYI/AAAAAAAAHV8/EiekXmtx-i4/s1600/A+Bottle+%2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQTUeZ0sYI/AAAAAAAAHV8/EiekXmtx-i4/s400/A+Bottle+%2314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477524289269051778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little girl catching fireflies. Don't you love the jar? In Iowa, a favorite past time is going out at dusk and catching fireflies. You put them in a glass jar and you have a lantern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQTTeL00sI/AAAAAAAAHVs/HNzVAypx1VA/s1600/A+Bottle+%2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQTTeL00sI/AAAAAAAAHVs/HNzVAypx1VA/s400/A+Bottle+%2316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477524272030470850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gardens have lots and lots of flowers. But I enjoyed some of the non-flower features a lot, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-7247240703442858961?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/7247240703442858961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=7247240703442858961&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7247240703442858961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7247240703442858961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/05/gardens.html' title='The Gardens'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAQWqp-hdaI/AAAAAAAAHXs/LTPPp0X4rjU/s72-c/IMG_7270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-6231930263546927510</id><published>2010-05-30T14:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T15:04:01.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Memorial Day in the United States.  It is a time to think about and pay respects to all the men and women who have served their country in uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TALCZt8Q0yI/AAAAAAAAHVk/0whv5YEegl0/s1600/An+American+Flag+%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TALCZt8Q0yI/AAAAAAAAHVk/0whv5YEegl0/s400/An+American+Flag+%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477153843920818978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of them and to all the proud and brave Canadians who have fought and served side by side with the Americans and Allied forces.  Young men and women of both countries are still placing their lives in danger so those of us at home can live in freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TALCZdFXpKI/AAAAAAAAHVc/8ynlvioylTU/s1600/An+American+Flag+%233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TALCZdFXpKI/AAAAAAAAHVc/8ynlvioylTU/s400/An+American+Flag+%233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477153839395611810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember January, 1980, when the Canadians rescued six American diplomats by smuggling them out of Iran at great risk to the Canadians' lives.  The six diplomats had managed to avoid being caught and held hostage in November, 1979.  There have been many, many times when the Canadians and Americans have worked together over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TALCZKw4-OI/AAAAAAAAHVU/iH-iTnkCKEY/s1600/An+American+Flag+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TALCZKw4-OI/AAAAAAAAHVU/iH-iTnkCKEY/s400/An+American+Flag+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477153834477877474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all and God bless the USA and Canada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-6231930263546927510?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/6231930263546927510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=6231930263546927510&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6231930263546927510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6231930263546927510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TALCZt8Q0yI/AAAAAAAAHVk/0whv5YEegl0/s72-c/An+American+Flag+%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-7647371261154436170</id><published>2010-05-28T13:06:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T14:51:42.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Mulch</title><content type='html'>I was looking at a large flower bed by my house and was dismayed to see the sad state of affairs it had fallen into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAbhUUnnjI/AAAAAAAAHVM/5odpPmZiCfk/s1600/Job+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAbhUUnnjI/AAAAAAAAHVM/5odpPmZiCfk/s400/Job+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476407406087347762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey agreed to supervise if I would do the actual work of cleaning up this awful mess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAbgxGAN2I/AAAAAAAAHVE/rU9jE9Lah0k/s1600/Job+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAbgxGAN2I/AAAAAAAAHVE/rU9jE9Lah0k/s400/Job+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476407396630804322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing to do was to rip off all the old mulch and the underlying weed guard fabric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAY_hYpvRI/AAAAAAAAHT8/16V648gatEY/s1600/Job+%237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAY_hYpvRI/AAAAAAAAHT8/16V648gatEY/s400/Job+%237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476404626455117074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I dug out all the existing perennials except the peony bush. The flowers I dug out went to a holding area in my garden until I decide where to put them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAX2k1zzrI/AAAAAAAAHTc/vGkG6a0rd0c/s1600/Job+%239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAX2k1zzrI/AAAAAAAAHTc/vGkG6a0rd0c/s400/Job+%239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476403373252267698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once all the old vegetation and fabric was cleared away, I used my roto tiller to smooth out the ground before laying the weed guard fabric on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAXIVqNqRI/AAAAAAAAHTU/U9USBMrWtb0/s1600/Job+%2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAXIVqNqRI/AAAAAAAAHTU/U9USBMrWtb0/s400/Job+%2311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476402578903116050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weed guard fabric is rolled out and cut. Pins that look like large staples are used to keep the fabric in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAALgnblZ1I/AAAAAAAAHTE/kediAPLL-OE/s1600/Project+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAALgnblZ1I/AAAAAAAAHTE/kediAPLL-OE/s400/Project+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476389801850922834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started putting the red cedar mulch down before the fabric was all laid since you can get to it easier and I wanted to have the mulch keep the fabric down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAALgSo8OxI/AAAAAAAAHS8/saMivllrkJo/s1600/Project+%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAALgSo8OxI/AAAAAAAAHS8/saMivllrkJo/s400/Project+%233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476389796269800210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of mulch to cover an area this size. My truck holds about 2 cubic yards - which is quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAALf1GaBCI/AAAAAAAAHS0/Iie06prBO84/s1600/Project+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAALf1GaBCI/AAAAAAAAHS0/Iie06prBO84/s400/Project+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476389788340323362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it is done it looks much better than it did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAH99TiCNI/AAAAAAAAHSM/7ke5kkN5034/s1600/Project+%239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAH99TiCNI/AAAAAAAAHSM/7ke5kkN5034/s400/Project+%239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476385907892422866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just a little work can make a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAH9YeaNXI/AAAAAAAAHSE/Jx3WTzU3K_s/s1600/Project+%2310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAH9YeaNXI/AAAAAAAAHSE/Jx3WTzU3K_s/s400/Project+%2310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476385898005935474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-7647371261154436170?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/7647371261154436170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=7647371261154436170&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7647371261154436170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/7647371261154436170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/05/project-mulch.html' title='Project Mulch'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/TAAbhUUnnjI/AAAAAAAAHVM/5odpPmZiCfk/s72-c/Job+%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-6499495538513087166</id><published>2010-05-27T06:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T06:46:07.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>It's spring and time for flowers. One of the queens of the season is the purple iris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5Zv62HsoI/AAAAAAAAHR0/Ats3jogBTCU/s1600/A+Flower+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5Zv62HsoI/AAAAAAAAHR0/Ats3jogBTCU/s400/A+Flower+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475912876714078850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed in with some flocks, it makes for a colorful, delightful scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5ZvQFRtkI/AAAAAAAAHRs/guvk8gfN-HE/s1600/A+Flower+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5ZvQFRtkI/AAAAAAAAHRs/guvk8gfN-HE/s400/A+Flower+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475912865234925122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flocks are airy and move easily in the breeze. Irises are elegant and regal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5Zu1hW1JI/AAAAAAAAHRk/n1R22fmZ0ME/s1600/A+Flower+%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5Zu1hW1JI/AAAAAAAAHRk/n1R22fmZ0ME/s400/A+Flower+%233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475912858104943762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to see these flowers this spring. I planted them last year and assumed they were annuals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5ZB4La9rI/AAAAAAAAHRU/xOghiZtrwsk/s1600/A+Flower+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5ZB4La9rI/AAAAAAAAHRU/xOghiZtrwsk/s400/A+Flower+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475912085724133042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These flowers look pretty delicate - but they are actually pretty hardy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5ZumIPZEI/AAAAAAAAHRc/AYd1Si--mVU/s1600/A+Flower+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5ZumIPZEI/AAAAAAAAHRc/AYd1Si--mVU/s400/A+Flower+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475912853973066818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, what would spring be without peonies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5ZBmFqQJI/AAAAAAAAHRM/-0lK5RWLzog/s1600/A+Flower+%236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5ZBmFqQJI/AAAAAAAAHRM/-0lK5RWLzog/s400/A+Flower+%236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475912080868130962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peony bushes seem to be a favorite and you see these in nearly every yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5ZBKg280I/AAAAAAAAHRE/wqyvtuD5QTE/s1600/A+Flower+%237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5ZBKg280I/AAAAAAAAHRE/wqyvtuD5QTE/s400/A+Flower+%237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475912073466016578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off that computer, get outside and smell the flowers! That's where I'm going right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5ZA-9MKmI/AAAAAAAAHQ8/pD7DOLWe8Ms/s1600/A+Flower+%238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5ZA-9MKmI/AAAAAAAAHQ8/pD7DOLWe8Ms/s400/A+Flower+%238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475912070363621986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-6499495538513087166?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/6499495538513087166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=6499495538513087166&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6499495538513087166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/6499495538513087166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/05/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_5Zv62HsoI/AAAAAAAAHR0/Ats3jogBTCU/s72-c/A+Flower+%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-4306555831082398611</id><published>2010-05-25T15:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T15:47:25.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailey's Walk</title><content type='html'>Today Bailey and I took a walk. We drove to a nature trail. It used to be an abandoned railroad track. But now it's a 33-mile trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wxAqN29cI/AAAAAAAAHQs/EKwyUo8n6Y0/s1600/A+Bailey+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wxAqN29cI/AAAAAAAAHQs/EKwyUo8n6Y0/s400/A+Bailey+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475305134377858498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trail is for horses, bicycles and walkers. Snowmobiles are allowed in winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wu9bvGV4I/AAAAAAAAHP8/tGPaDyyj0Zg/s1600/A+Bailey+%237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wu9bvGV4I/AAAAAAAAHP8/tGPaDyyj0Zg/s400/A+Bailey+%237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475302879927883650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we began our 4-mile walk.  On this trail you can walk as much or as little as you want.  I figured going two miles one way and then walking back would be enough for us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wwKaahmPI/AAAAAAAAHQk/QKAwdqDdL3o/s1600/A+Bailey+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wwKaahmPI/AAAAAAAAHQk/QKAwdqDdL3o/s400/A+Bailey+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475304202423081202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no idea what this concrete post could be. The holes indicate that something went into them but we could not figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wwJqmmnJI/AAAAAAAAHQc/9ne9SJm9aTY/s1600/A+Bailey+%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wwJqmmnJI/AAAAAAAAHQc/9ne9SJm9aTY/s400/A+Bailey+%233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475304189588839570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we would stop and just listen. The sound of Baltimore orioles was very clear and I even saw a few. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wwJPy3cPI/AAAAAAAAHQU/jPkBZmHIHlA/s1600/A+Bailey+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wwJPy3cPI/AAAAAAAAHQU/jPkBZmHIHlA/s400/A+Bailey+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475304182392516850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked this old wood wagon that was off the trail. You don't see those any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wwIjup-OI/AAAAAAAAHQM/ViA9KFHO0sM/s1600/A+Bailey+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wwIjup-OI/AAAAAAAAHQM/ViA9KFHO0sM/s400/A+Bailey+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475304170563696866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old telephone pole was hidden by trees and brush. But you can still see it back in there. I wondered if it could have been for a telegraph wire, but most likely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wwIbyAOZI/AAAAAAAAHQE/uQt8Jz2tPTM/s1600/A+Bailey+%236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wwIbyAOZI/AAAAAAAAHQE/uQt8Jz2tPTM/s400/A+Bailey+%236.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475304168430254482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost stepped on this fellow! He is a Prairie King snake and is harmless. Well, not exactly. He is one of the few snakes that can eat a venomous snake! Snake venom does not bother him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wu83uVwvI/AAAAAAAAHP0/Y3DEOYzG2NM/s1600/A+Bailey+%238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wu83uVwvI/AAAAAAAAHP0/Y3DEOYzG2NM/s400/A+Bailey+%238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475302870261023474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the recent rains, this creek is pretty full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wuA98KyBI/AAAAAAAAHPU/CWWIPWJ9UwA/s1600/A+Bailey+%2312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wuA98KyBI/AAAAAAAAHPU/CWWIPWJ9UwA/s400/A+Bailey+%2312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475301841137485842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailey heard something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wuAv9mi0I/AAAAAAAAHPM/uNTlAaDtZ6Q/s1600/A+Bailey+%2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wuAv9mi0I/AAAAAAAAHPM/uNTlAaDtZ6Q/s400/A+Bailey+%2313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475301837385403202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started looking intently at the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wt_t967EI/AAAAAAAAHPE/b4gGtEdYVD4/s1600/A+Bailey+%2314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wt_t967EI/AAAAAAAAHPE/b4gGtEdYVD4/s400/A+Bailey+%2314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475301819669998658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what he heard! Some kids kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wt-xIbubI/AAAAAAAAHO0/NgcFdSuHi8g/s1600/A+Bailey+%2316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wt-xIbubI/AAAAAAAAHO0/NgcFdSuHi8g/s400/A+Bailey+%2316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475301803339528626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wu7ejdzBI/AAAAAAAAHPc/6YmbNjcz2XY/s1600/A+Bailey+%2311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wu7ejdzBI/AAAAAAAAHPc/6YmbNjcz2XY/s400/A+Bailey+%2311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475302846324657170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-4306555831082398611?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/4306555831082398611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=4306555831082398611&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4306555831082398611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/4306555831082398611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/05/baileys-walk.html' title='Bailey&apos;s Walk'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_wxAqN29cI/AAAAAAAAHQs/EKwyUo8n6Y0/s72-c/A+Bailey+%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-9003937886432411175</id><published>2010-05-24T08:22:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T08:54:49.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Then and Now</title><content type='html'>Two months ago, around mid March, I stopped to look at a little park I like. It looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_p-iFTQukI/AAAAAAAAHNE/emqFojwD3fw/s1600/Spring+%231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_p-iFTQukI/AAAAAAAAHNE/emqFojwD3fw/s400/Spring+%231.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474827421025876546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it looks like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_qBOdp5uiI/AAAAAAAAHOM/8TqoBvHND64/s1600/Spring+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_qBOdp5uiI/AAAAAAAAHOM/8TqoBvHND64/s400/Spring+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474830382500788770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago it looked like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_p-jg2VHQI/AAAAAAAAHNc/zxz7mzGHwe0/s1600/Spring+%234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_p-jg2VHQI/AAAAAAAAHNc/zxz7mzGHwe0/s400/Spring+%234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474827445600591106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it looks like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_qB-SLnI-I/AAAAAAAAHOk/9NLTTxry86s/s1600/Spring+%238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_qB-SLnI-I/AAAAAAAAHOk/9NLTTxry86s/s400/Spring+%238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474831204054672354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little flowing well looked like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_p-jwllzpI/AAAAAAAAHNk/gtIrJkB-WAg/s1600/Spring+%235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_p-jwllzpI/AAAAAAAAHNk/gtIrJkB-WAg/s400/Spring+%235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474827449825349266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it looks like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_qBNpPAbRI/AAAAAAAAHN8/zXnVoE3nY7c/s1600/Spring+%232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_qBNpPAbRI/AAAAAAAAHN8/zXnVoE3nY7c/s400/Spring+%232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474830368429337874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simplicity of this pipe with water flowing out is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_qBNzMELzI/AAAAAAAAHOE/foiPu8R4AiU/s1600/Spring+%233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_qBNzMELzI/AAAAAAAAHOE/foiPu8R4AiU/s400/Spring+%233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474830371101355826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is Mother Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1091482938936227290-9003937886432411175?l=iowagrasslands.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/feeds/9003937886432411175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1091482938936227290&amp;postID=9003937886432411175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/9003937886432411175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1091482938936227290/posts/default/9003937886432411175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iowagrasslands.blogspot.com/2010/05/then-and-now.html' title='Then and Now'/><author><name>Russell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11072219347283927398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2OX0FdgHUDc/TeAf7QEyOrI/AAAAAAAALRs/JlXRU-9Gu6o/s220/Russell%2BAvatar%2B%25231.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_p-iFTQukI/AAAAAAAAHNE/emqFojwD3fw/s72-c/Spring+%231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091482938936227290.post-1020962276062019113</id><published>2010-05-21T19:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T19:51:01.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silverado</title><content type='html'>In 1985 I went to a movie called &lt;em&gt;Silverado&lt;/em&gt;. It was a Western and I saw it in a Des Moines theatre called the River Hills. It had a 90-foot, curved screen. (Try to find one of those any more in one of those 16-plex movie theatres.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_cmnIFRXNI/AAAAAAAAHM8/7tnYblyKMK0/s1600/A+Movie+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_cmnIFRXNI/AAAAAAAAHM8/7tnYblyKMK0/s400/A+Movie+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473886325718473938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never so transfixed by a movie in my life. Kevin Costner, Danny Glover, Kevin Kline, Brian Dennehy, Rosanna Arquette and Linda Hunt all had good roles. And the music was brilliant, big and alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_cmmiVfNxI/AAAAAAAAHM0/cNQIovGqYes/s1600/A+Movie+%233.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_cmmiVfNxI/AAAAAAAAHM0/cNQIovGqYes/s400/A+Movie+%233.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473886315585943314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up with &lt;em&gt;Gunsmoke&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Bonanza&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;The Rifleman &lt;/em&gt;and other westerns, &lt;em&gt;Silverado&lt;/em&gt; was a breath of fresh air. It was fun and filled with action scenes that did not need computerized special effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_cmlm_jULI/AAAAAAAAHMs/R4MZAsM8KqM/s1600/A+Movie+%234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_cmlm_jULI/AAAAAAAAHMs/R4MZAsM8KqM/s400/A+Movie+%234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473886299656245426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It portrayed the West as we like to imagine it. Big country, strong people, hard living, fast paced life where people could still take time to sit around a fire in the middle of no where and talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_cmlciW1rI/AAAAAAAAHMk/Y0h0Ca1r9Vs/s1600/A+Movie+%235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_cmlciW1rI/AAAAAAAAHMk/Y0h0Ca1r9Vs/s400/A+Movie+%235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473886296849438386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the fighting was done and the dust had settled, you could step in the saloon and be with people who had fought the good fight - and won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_cmlJDP3bI/AAAAAAAAHMc/LwcoEm1FJlc/s1600/A+Movie+%236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CBgcR2MXK6g/S_cmlJDP3bI/AAAAAAAAHMc/LwcoEm1FJlc/s400/A+Movie+%236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473886291618684338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a couple of minutes, watch the trailer for &lt;em&gt;Silverado&lt;/em&gt;. This is a real movie among a lot of not-so-real movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DQEJA4tyLg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DQEJA4tyLg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" t
