Monday, October 10, 2016

Oh My Dam

The Prairie du Sac dam attracts Eagle watchers, fishermen, kayakers and photographers. I won't bore you with stories of a younger me popping out of a kayak in class three rapids at the dam oops too late. We stopped by last week because my cousin isn't happy unless she's spotting an eagle or heron or pelican or egret or some such thing.  I didn't get very good shots of whatever large white bird I was attempting to capture, but of course, she did.
I was however fascinated by this guy zipping right up to the gates.

My fisherman cuz, Phil3, says, "Been there done that." He is insane.

I did capture this dam bird

And now for something completely different...

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Lost and Found

After rambling around Sauk County in the rain for hours last Saturday I didn't take the turn that would have lead me to this lonely little upright in Ableman's Gorge. I later found out my car has a bad water pump so driving back as planned was not an option until...
My cousin took pity on me and we visited Map Stop #36 on the Farm/Art DTour yesterday.
There I discovered that 36 is the loneliest number.

Red Piano in Ableman's Gorge

Lying down on the stage with the excuse of taking this shot

"Morning, noon and night it's drink and dancing."

Three different people hoped up on stage and played for us while I rested my aging carcass.
I kept expecting Lili Von Shtupp to tell me to get my feet off the stage.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Lost Again

I broke my own record for getting lost this weekend. I don't understand why people enjoy getting lost, have they never seen an episode of The X-Files?
"Oh look, glowing lights and blood beasts, you'd never see that on a map."
Speaking of which, $5 bucks for the tour map this year. I downloaded the free version which may explain a lot.
I'm talking about the route map for Fermentation Fest's Farm/Art DTour, my favorite fest held in one of my favorite parts of the state.
Despite dreary weather and torturous mosquitoes befitting of a Klingon Rite of Ascension, I stumbled on infectious music, creative conceptions and a lot of mud.

Yid Vicious plays Yiddish Dance Music on The Last Supper

The artwork in the video is called The Last Supper by Matthew Mazzotta. It's a portable table made to serve regional and endangered resources. There were menus and most notably working taps at every seat. Saturday they were serving a witches brew called Haymaker's Punch~Ginger, Honey, Maple Syrup, Apple Cider Vinegar and Water.

I would stay away from the punch Yid Vs

Ahh yup, Haymaker's Punch makes the sun come out

The day started out all dank and Halloweeny.

I was already lost about what, eight miles from the starting point?

And then it started to rain. Which really sucked because I had to go to the bathroom. But it looked pretty.

Wrong turn number two was fairly scenic

The rain and this sign did not help. The sun came out for a few seconds, hurrah.

The cows were staring.

From The Gallery of Stitches II Farm Form. This cow looks grumpy, but the quilt pattern is radiant

The little guy gave mum a sloppy calf kiss just before I got the shot. Don't you wish your eyes were cameras?

More from the Gallery of Stitches.

Getting looks from the sheep

Please be little bathrooms, please be little bathrooms.

Little pink houses for you and me, Gambrel Farm by Michael Kautzer

Enough for part one already ("Part one? Oh. Mah. Gawd.") it's already Monday so bring on the tunes. Sorry you're singing John Mellencamp now, but remember the title. I know it seems like a long time since you've read it.

Oh, okay.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Lost Weekend

I love this time of year and one of the many reasons is getting lost on the Farm/Art DTour. I spit on sizzling apple brats and delicious cheeses while the siren song of giant earth worms and tractor walls beckon. Sauk County will fill their fields with farm art, poetry, performers and pieces like this from October 1-9 and I will be there with a pile of maps and a broken compass.

 "Everything is awesome, holding grain is fun and we are cool."

Do Not text and drive

Informative or a cruel pun

Presented by the Farmer's Mafia

Week's Favorite because it reminds me of a sandworm
You know you're using too much fertilizer when...

I Made This trip through a winding, bumpy country side without getting completely lost in the sense that I had to be rescued and towed home.
And...if  any of you get that $#@*ed CAPTCHA image verification please let me know. The Google overlords seem to make it mandatory for some readers even though it's turned off.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

Hampers of Ironing

I had a demon tooth pulled at the end of the week.  It had a cap and two root canals and should have been extracted years ago but I was determined to keep it since it's cost more than my next car.
Today is my last day of pain pills and I keep thinking of this scene from Hairspray.

"Now I've got nothing but hampers of ironing to do and my diet pill is wearing off."

I also keep thinking of Rami Malek's Emmy acceptance speech.

"Please tell me you're seeing this too."

I took some shots of a sullen lake and fall campers surrounded by puddles today (with the thought of posting a Camper Van Beethoven video), but my pain pill had worn off and this shot made me laugh. Haha. Ouch.

Confirms my belief that the joke is on me

Without further ado, my last four days in song.

Friday, September 23, 2016

Flash Floods and Apple Orchards

This past week looked a bit different than the one before. There were mudslides, derailed trains, homes sliding into highways, and a state of emergency in 13 nearby counties. Just a whiff of that rolled by here with a crazy mini something that hit on Monday while I was in the pool. I came out feeling all Rick Grimesy. Lovely rush hour without traffic lights reminded me that some people, including city bus drivers, will always be dickheads.
I might get a look at the bulging Wisconsin River and spewing Sauk dam this weekend or then again I might go to another Oktoberfest.

Meanwhile last weekend...

Helicopters and German beer make Homer something something

Macintosh apples or maybe a variety that doesn't start with the letter "M" 

"It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again."

Not my work but as in, "Harvesting tobacco looks like a lot of work."
"Don't you wish you had one right now?"

Guess the above reference and get a post card from the Ched Curtain.
Hint: It was played before the movie and often better than the film it preceded.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

A Boy And His Violin, A Poem by Evelyn Olson

A Boy And His Violin
For Phil

Once there was a little boy
His friends called him "Little Phil"
He learned to play the violin
Though it was against his will

Phil's mother and his father
Thought the lessons were a way
To learn the art of music
As he practiced every day

Phil lived across from St. James
They were both his church and school
His teacher was a sister
And she was nobody's fool

His teacher was a sweet heart
She was short but not too lean
She waved her music sceptor
Just as though she were a queen

Her name was Sister Katherine
And she truly was the best
Indeed she was an artist
Rising higher than the rest

Artiste virtuoso
And a music teacher too
She was the very, very best
Of which there are so few

When Phil went for his lesson
He would hide his violin
Underneath his little coat
So no one could see in

Oh how the children teased him
As he walked across the street
They called him "Tweedle Fiddle"
As he paced his little feet

"Oh why, oh why," cried Phillip
"Do my classmates treat me bad
Because I study music
That is very, very sad."

One day the children teased him
And they made poor Phillip cry
Then Sister Katherine asked him
With her very sister sigh

"Oh why, oh why, dear Phillip
Do you shed so many tears
What can be so very bad
Please tell me what you fear."

"Dear sister I must tell you,"
Phil said in a muffled voice.
"My classmates call me 'stupid'
Such a name is not my choice."

"I know," said Sister Katherine
"That your talent is quite rare
God gave you this great talent
Just to lift man's many cares."

Music is a gift from God
It can lift our spirits high
It's not for man to question
No one knows the reason why."

Every year at Christmas time
There was a violin fest
Sister signed dear Phillip up
She knew he'd do his best
"Perhaps," said Sister Katherine
"A movement soft and sweet
And other soft, soft music
Just to make the theme complete."

Children came from everywhere
Each one tried to do their best
To win a very special prize
A Stradivarius

Now Phil was very nervous
As he wiped his brow and cried,
"Please help me guardian angel
Will you please stay at my side?"

Now Phillip played his violin
With a movement soft and sweet
The people all said, "Bravo!"
As they rose upon their feet

The violin fest was over
Every student held their breath
Each hoped they were the winner
Of the Stradivarius

Phil's heart beat so very fast
As the winner's name was near,
"Phil Clementi wins first prize."
His name came loud and clear

Phil said, "Dear God, thank you
From the bottom of my heart
I knew that you would help me
And I knew this from the start."

When Phil went for his violin
And he opened up the case
He found a soft white feather
In the bottom of the base
The End

Sunday, September 18, 2016

Wiener Dogs and Beer

The beer was blessed, the sauerkraut was scarfed and the dachshunds were dashed.
May Oktoberfest season in Wisconsin roll out the barrel until the last drop is drunk.

The Blessing of the Beer. Cue organ music

I think the fraulein on the left was a little too blessed

Das Frau Carry. They lost the race but won Best Picture

Am convinced this longhair was on steroids

Trash Talkin' Weenies

The sweetest rescue dogs BM—yup that's his name—and Max. The hairy roid dog beat them too.