WannaskaWriter

This album is called  Scanned Postcards: The Johnson Boys    Curtis Johnson (1927-1999) was my neighbor. He committed suicide. He was a bachelor farmer who, with his three bachelor brothers, farmed a few hundred acres off and on as sobriety allowed. They were known for their playful antics, and for the fact they were good people, although alcoholics by and large. They weren't mean-spirited individuals nor stupid, but were considered unfortunate because they could've done better for themselves if they could've only limited their intake of beer.     Curtis and his older brother Elmer were World War II veterans. Elmer received a Purple Heart when he froze his feet in the Ardennes Offensive, otherwise known as The Battle of The Bulge in January of 1945. He talked to me about it sometimes when he was in his dregs. He said he prayed that if he'd get home alive, he'd never leave it again -- and he never did. By the time he was in his 70s, he couldn't wa...

Beginning the July 3rd-4th 2020 weekend I started attending this blog once again after a long absence; I'm not very good at tradition or routine. Uninterested in social media, such as Facebook and Instagram, etc I have come back to a familiar 'station' to exhibit my images to no end but my own satisfaction. Please bear with me. Or not. Doesn't matter one way or another. Lets start with something alien to the outside world today, July 6th, 2020, since I've recently came indoors from the out-of-doors wearing mosquito netting and a good lather of mosquito repellent on my exposed fleshy parts and good old Pyrethrin barnyard spray for the the legs and boots. The last few days we've had very hot temperatures and big thunderstorms with hail as big as tennis balls; I so long for the cooling days of autumn and the cold days of winter. Give me a blizzard anytime when I (and all my relations) are safe at home with plenty of food, drink, and heating fuel. Anyway, back t...

Album 3+ I haven't maintained this website forever. I write weekly for the Wannaskan Almanac http://wannaskanalmanac.blogspot.com/ so I seldom get back here. I'm not getting any smarter as I age. Just had a birthday a few days ago and life hasn't imbued me with any enlightenment that I can recognize, such as getting interested in using Instagram as a social media outlet; ain't goin' to happen, so I've reverted to updating this site a little because I'm familiar with the way it works -- when it works, the primary issue being I'm just 'old' and impatient when new things don't make sense. Off we go somewhere else: Bear with me, please.  w w w w w   w  

                                          Album 2      I have a love & hate relationship with my cellphone camera. It takes decent images but I'm still ignorant of the cellphone's adjustments in as much I haven't learned how to consistently brighten the monitor enough to see my subject clearly, especially if I'm shooting into the sun or the subject is bathed by it . Still, I get some decent shots when things go right.

    I'm one of those people who enjoy cloud-scapes, especially as systems build prior to a storm. As I live in a rural area of NW Minnesota buildings don't commonly block the horizon although they can sometimes serve as an example of scale. The following posts are merely albums of what I choose as images, and this blog site an opportunity to exhibit them.      I utilize the Ojibwe Peoples Dictionary https://ojibwe.lib.umn.edu/main-entry/biidaanakwad-vii        This album is called  zegaanakwad / storm clouds maag / loon animikii / thunderbird bagamibiisaa / rain is on the way   wiiji-daandiwag / they live with or by each other aanakwadokaa / there are clouds there biidaanakwad / clouds approach w