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Letters from Katherine: Old Barns

June 3, 2009

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Katherine writes: Old barns make me happy. Being an owner of an old barn myself, when I see them in a state of disrepair I feel for the people who own them. It’s expensive to keep them up and I wonder if there’s not a program to help owners of old barns? Old barns have […]

Letters from Katherine: Deer camp for the Merry Pranksters?

May 31, 2009

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Another in the continuing saga of the make-do spirit of Up North—or perhaps of our persistent eccentricity.  This from Katherine: Was on my way home, not the direct route, when I spied a bus the Merry Pranksters would be proud to call home. It is maybe a deer camp because there is a wood stove […]

Letters from Katherine: Flow

May 16, 2009

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There are trilliums and there are trilliums. Katherine writes: Gerry, Just sometimes color gets in the way. I mean, I love color but sometimes it’s just gottta be black and white. I think Katherine has a sort of Lauren Bacall sensibility. I can see her vamping Humphrey Bogart in lush, cinematic black and white and […]

Postcard from Katherine: Kentucky treasures

May 3, 2009

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Seems everyone has been on a road trip this spring.  Katherine Berst (and Steve, and Maya) went to Kentucky.  She writes:  I love junk, treasures, salvage, old stuff nobody wants, antiques, whatever you want to call it, Louisville has two of the coolest “salvage” places I’ve ever been in. Here’s one photo of 1:1000th of […]

Katherine paints the fence

April 17, 2009

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It’s not uncommon to see a face peering out of a tree. However, Katherine has found a Picasso drawing in an ancient birch at Katy Newman’s. We discussed mimetoliths last week. I wonder if we should have a category for mimeto-trees? We have also discussed that Thomasina Sawyer loves getting other people to do her […]

Making the best of Mud Season

March 30, 2009

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Not one to be discouraged by a little dismal weather, Katherine has been out and about examining the shoreline of Torch Lake. She writes:  This is the ice on the shore along Torch that melted and started to reform and it looked like dancing people or hands waving and gesturing, or fanciful animals, or muppets, […]