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Letters from Katherine in black and white

October 4, 2008

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While I’ve been playing around turning perfectly respectable fall mushrooms into psychedelic art (and obsessing about broadband) Katherine Berst has been making elegant, restrained images.  Looky here: She sent another one, too, but I’m saving that for later in the week.

Letters from Katherine: Big bird on the way to Charlevoix?

September 26, 2008

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Gerry—While driving to Charlevoix today I spied a large bird…. um…. or was it a modern art sculpture? I’m still not sure what it is but it was some kind of machine and it was for sale. If you have any idea let me know.  Katherine  I have no idea—but I pulled over and took […]

Hello. My name is Sammy.

September 9, 2008

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Until recently, I was the beloved pet of a very nice human named Ann.  We had an excellent arrangement.  She provided food, a soft warm bed, and lots of petting.  I purred becomingly, and talked with her about the issues of the day.  She spoke very good Siamese, for a human.  She’s gone now, and I […]

Letters from Katherine: Amber waves

September 1, 2008

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Katherine (not to be confused with Katy) has been out and about armed with her camera: This made me think of the song America the Beautiful (which should be our national anthem) and the line”amber waves of grain”. Happy Labor Day!

Letters from Katherine: Who knew Aunt Betty was a biker?

August 15, 2008

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The entire Pearl/Beeby/Bretz/Berst clan is en fête this week, as Norton and Mary Lee’s son is getting married.  It’s possible the population of the township has doubled.  In any case, the general atmosphere of merrymaking has led to unexpected consequences, and this Letter from Katherine:  Gerry, We all know and love Aunt Betty (Beeby) but few of us […]

Letters from Katherine: While Weeding

August 12, 2008

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Katherine was tending her garden when she was distracted by humming . . . This must be where the bees hang out when it’s warm. It seemed like a great place to be, inside a squash blossom on a hot afternooon. – Katherine