where the time and the frozen kites fly
I followed my own suggestion and went down to Lake Harriet for the kite festival on Saturday afternoon. It was outrageous. Kites everywhere. People everywhere. People flying kites everywhere. Then there was cocoa and ice fishing and music and skating and marshmallow roasting and some kite club nerds were flying these HUGE kites that were really really neat. Junior went nuts. So did everyone else. I'm for sure adding this to my "annual highlights" list.
And hey, remember that lame op/ed piece in the Strib last weekend? You know, the one where some dude with a Scandinavian sounding name connected the dots and concluded that because we have skyways downtown, it must mean that we never go outside and enjoy winter? I think his exact quote was that we "hunker down indoors, counting the days until spring." Well anyway, I thought of that piece while junior and I sat on the ice and watched the big blue kite.
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Sharyn thought:
Wow. Beautiful kite shots. The little man and I totally would've been there. If I weren't so lazy. And it hadn't been so cold out. I'm glad you made it anyhow!