I love shadows downtown where light sources get all kinds of interesting and the sun pinballs off of every surface until it settles to the sidewalk.
I love shadows downtown where light sources get all kinds of interesting and the sun pinballs off of every surface until it settles to the sidewalk.
6:40am. Get out of bed. 7:40am. Cycle to school with my son. 8am. In the studio. Instigate new rule - if you want to look at Instagram you have to do minimum 5 push-ups first. Work on painting for my solo show opening this Friday. 10:30am. Cycle to skate park. Skate (fast) 11:40am. First food of the day (handful of blueberries) 12:20am. First coffee of the day. More skateboarding. 13:30. Cycle back to studio and write about my lifestyle on the internet!!! (and wait for the insults from the haters! Can't hate me more than I hate myself, fools! I'm gonna stay healthy and happy despite my hate!!!) #fuckyeahskateboarding #intermittentfasting #beyourownengine
Friday lunchtime! My knife skills are rough today (usually I impress myself in how my equator lines up on my avocados) but who needs perfection! The co-op has started carrying more bulk fresh herbs (thyme and rosemary) and today I finally managed to select big enough bunches that they register on the scale, 21¢ total. Not shown: multigrain bakery roll. Usually those come with individually wrapped butters, but being both vegan and zero waste, I instead get olive oil from the salad bar in the lid to my tea container, before tearing fresh herbs into it. This is luxury. This is abundance. Lunch out for <$5.
Potisak iznad glave u kombinaciji sa walkom svakako je interesantna izvedenica za probati... Specifičnost je kretnja unatrag na koju nismo navikli i stoga se uvijek aktiviramo za stepenicu više;) #bodysculpt #bodysculptgym #health #healthyliving #fitnesstrainer #onlinetrainer #onlinetraining #weighttraining #inženjersvogatijela #beyourownengine #fitnessknowledge #deadlifts #squats #traindontexercise #bodycomposition #hormonalbalance #shouldertraining #coretraining #fitwomen
Something I didn’t anticipate in going climatarian/vegan was how much it would open food up to me. I was vegetarian, but dairy and eggs were a crutch, a quick add to get me through the day. Being vegan means I’ve been taking care with my food, appreciating it more, caring about it in a way that goes beyond calories necessary to sustain life. I’ve cared in the past, but in fits and spurts. This is more sustained and sustainable. Here is today’s shopping trip. The fat aloe vera leaf is what I use instead of lotion for my face (I make my own for the rest of my body). The turnips and carrots are still local (Wisconsin), though that was the only purple one left. The bulk containers are filled with pecans, walnuts, & coconut (for more granola), nutritional yeast and chickpeas, garam masala & cumin. Not shown: coconut milk for the granola, coconut milk for a squash ginger soup. Something about committing to climate action has me also diving into trying new things and being open to novelty in a way that I wasn’t before, though I didn’t realize it. The mental energy of simultaneously knowing what our climate crisis entails and requires and living in ways that contributed to our self-destruction was a weight I carried as others do. I thought that to align my actions with my scientific knowledge and my values would be a sacrifice. It has been a joy, a peace, a corny nondenominational corporate holiday card of feelings. There’s a well-intentioned push for the first world upper crust to replace things with experiences, to trade the greenhouse gas emissions of buying things for the even more profligate (but less tangible) greenhouse gas emissions of buying plane tickets. There are other options, where instead of changing the ways in which we recklessly consume the world, we shift ourselves as consumers. Everything we seek out in our purchases and luxury travel, we can find within ourselves, in the self through which we know the world. For those of us who know abundance, who don’t struggle with hunger or deprivation, we can opt out of the cycle of incidental and displaced violence that perpetuates suffering and pushes us towards climate chaos. We can know joy.
Why did I wait so long to try making granola?! I modified my oatmeal/breakfast cookie recipe for these, which also made it vegan (no egg). It's like 1/10th the work of oatmeal cookies but at least as tasty! Except the coconut oil, all the ingredients are out of the bulk section and my coconut oil jars are my drinking glasses so it'll see reuse. My recipe (all measurements vague approximations): 2-4C rolled oats 1C sunflower seeds 1C walnuts broken into pieces 1/2C raisins 1/2C dried cranberries 1 1/2C coconut flakes 1/4C brown sugar 1/2C melted coconut oil Vanilla extract Homemade anise extract Cardamom Cinnamon Clove Nutmeg Spread on baking sheet. Bake until done, stirring occasionally. (My oven dial is wonky so it might be +/- 50F of what I think I set it at.)
I headed to the Y for some treadmill walking, but a mile in, I needed the world instead, all the emails I had to send be damned! So I bundled back up for the 0F weather and set off for the thrift store to meet up with my cousin. I walked eight miles around the squeaky-cold streets of Mpls, loving every step. Came home invigorated and hungry, gorging myself on fresh avocado & lime and yesterday's cannellini bean, roasted garlic, & spinach soup with a generous pouring of olive oil. When you're your own engine, you gotta add a little extra fuel as the temps fall.
Two ways about it. If I can find them and they're safe, I love taking the stairs. Warms me up right away when the temps are flirting with 0F from both sides, and the energy to move just me is more efficient. Also, I'm powered by renewables: 🍆🍚🍊. Plus views like these! (The first two floors had beautiful slate stairs, the kind worn slightly by the passage of people over time.)
I'd missed you, my river.
I was heading to dinner near Franklin via Lagoon but there was no way I could walk any direction besides west with this sunset in front of me. By the time it set, I was a half mile out of my way and feeling lucky for the delay. My first string of 10+ miles days since early August has me feeling happy and connected.
The magic of winter never fades for me. Speeding in a vehicle, winter becomes a blurred palette I love: shades of glitter and gold and teal from pale to black. But tromping around, it's all textures and nuance and processes slowed down enough to see them in action, with a heady dash of becoming powerful enough to walk on water.
Because this! Endurance sports have allowed me to love my body that I once didn't always love. My legs have carried me over mountains through streams and across finish lines. I have done hard things and my heart has taken over when my body was tired. Don't underestimate yourself, YOU are capable! #coeurrunning #oisellevolée #ultrarunner #beyourownengine
I like using a grapefruit spoon to eat my avocados, but chopsticks work too. This set is the one I carried with me regularly in the early 2000s and makes me nostalgic for college. Extra benefit of BYO! Avocados are $0.99 each at the Wedge. Perfect since I'm needing the calories after walking 50+km yesterday!
1. I'm not sure I trust anyone who doesn't thrill at the hues and curves of sumac leaves. 2. I'm finding myself offroading more and more (and picking up speed) as I walk and sew or darn. Seeing my skill improve with practice somehow surprises me. 3. Darn over darn. The thing about socks and walking for transportation is the wear and tear. The lime green is the original darning, the white is new, and mostly on the inside. I'm excited to see how they felt up when washed. 4. Day's end. Sumac leaves and bobby pins.
Chestnut crabapples with peanut butter have been 50% of my caloric intake for weeks. When my backpack has a tiny cutting board, a paring knife, a tea towel a small container of peanut butter, and a dozen apples half the size of my fist, I feel indefatigable.
Footprints and raindrops on leaves on the sidewalk. Walk like a four year old, eyes wide open.
More lichen. Maybe I took an extra hour to get home but how could I not? This world, people.
More rain means more mushrooms. Love these little baby uncountables! They're growing on the stump of a tree on Hennepin Ave between 22nd & 24th. The boulevard grass was replaced with chopped up tires a year ago and within a year 6 of 7 trees were dead. Correlation is not causation but also chopped up tires might not be ideal for growing stuff. I'm kind of surprised even the mushrooms are growing here. But glad because cute!
The world makes my heart pitterpatter, I don't even have words. The feather? It's so tiny! Tiny feather! Franklin is an inhospitable street currently, speeding vehicles and no boulevards, but beauty will out regardless, in the cracks and gaps beneath our feet. Tiny feather of tininess! ❤️❤️❤️
Apple taste testing! From top right clockwise to center: 🍎 Frostbite: juicy & crunchy, flavorful, a bit of a different flavor. Evokes strong reactions from all 9 people I've talked to about it or shared it with. I like it and think it has a flavor that is atypical and a bit potatoey but in a good way. The texture is excellent. 🍎 Kindercrisp: nice juiciness, tanniny skin, not too sweet but also not as tart as I would like though sample set of two others said it was tart. 🍎 Honeycrisp: I've avoided these because I tend to find them too sweet but was told that they are often sweeter when grown on the coasts since it's bred for MN. Gave it another shot. Nice tartness, juiciness, but too sweet, particularly at the front. 🍎 Sweet 16: thick skin with a vegetable flavor, juicy, sweeter than kindercrisp. (Also I've been pronouncing it like it's a short "i" but maybe it's like "kind kinder kindest"?) 🍎 Chestnut crabapple: this is my calibrating apple. They're sweet, but the tartest I've found so far. Drier than most of the others. Excellent for dipping in peanut butter, which is my delivery method of late. 🍎Sweet tango: tooooo sweet still. Inedible for me. Why, people? 🍎🍎🍎🍎 Also tried: 🍎zestar 🍎macoun 🍎sansa 🍎paula red Waiting for: haralson ❤️🍎
Gasping for air level 💯 📷 by @timrdm - - - #gripgrab #outsideisfree #fromwhereiride #roadslikethese #roadcycling #cycling #radsport #cyclisme #instacycling #instagood #breakaway #escape #beyourownengine #beautyofcycling #kitfitcycling #racing #nopainnogain #bikerace #rc07fulda #fitness
When the sun and Prince line up just so, the bollards of protected bike lanes are said to appear.
Abundance! The tiny-to-small chestnut crabapples are still glorious, a half dozen at a time, cut into sixths and dipped in peanut butter (conveniently on sale in bulk, however much you think you might need—I've been putting it in my ubiquitous working glasses, but with the red lids from @marthaandtom because matching).
And this was the backdrop, as I did my own weaving back and forth across the bridge. If the spiders took artistic direction, I'd like them to make their loveliest webs with this behind but they don't. So it's a constant back and forth between fascinating views of our city. ❤️ Full moon last night that I couldn't capture.
I'm a maker/creator by nature (which is different for me than being a designer and again different from being an artist) but it's only with the last year that I've been doing it regularly enough to realize that I hadn't been. Both necklaces are made by me, natch, both of reclaimed parts. With thrifted dress (25¢ out of the recycle bin, with pockets!), vintage stockings, garter, and my Lems, because I've got ten miles of meetings today.
View on my commute. Liked by humans and monarchs alike. This was about 4' wide—sometimes I think about how drive lanes and parking lanes are basically this, but paved over with asphalt. Grrr!
🍄-hunting is the new Pokémon go. This beauty, about 7" in diameter, was hiding beneath lily leaves on Hennepin just north of Fremont Ave S.
Like bubbles. But spikier.
Don't cha just LOVE new weeks!! I started mine off running...something I have NEVER really wanted to do. A fellow Life Coach/Mom/Badass Chicka is a RUNNING MACHINE & she inspired me to give it a real shot!! @nicolekwhiting Something about surrounding yourself with people that make you wanna see what you're really capable of!! 🙌❤️ #beyourownengine #whatareyoucapableof #happyMonday #allthejoyfuldetails
Thinking a lot about the rainbows of death, the ones that are our sacred covenants of our own destruction. Today the air was thick after the rain as I walked, still enough that the puddles mirrored the clearing and rainbowless sky. I read NPR's coverage of fires in France, the absence of any mention of climate change as deafening as Trump's bombastic denialism.
Sometimes your breakfast on the go unintentionally matches you.
I took the long way home, despite blisters, because city and sky called for it. This peek caught my eye between chasing the sunset and clouds flashing with lightning.
In progress web. The curves at the bottom are an artifact from its motion. Love love love how there seems to be a visible pattern the spider follows, nodes that will be connected shortly.
After a happy hour fomenting revolution (people-centered streets and increasing density/walkability), I walked around Bde Maka Ska while sewing. Making and walking is probably my favorite way of being physically in the world and views like this don't hurt. If it hadn't been for the darkness settling in, who knows how many decorative stitch flourishes my bag would've ended up with!
A few miles on foot for errands earlier today and then a few more miles totally for pleasure. Wound up walking the east shore of Bde Maka Ska during a particularly lovely sunset with particularly good company.
Walking after the @ourstreetsmpls event, I found at intersection after intersection the stenciled-out crosswalks of Hennepin Avenue had been filled in, bold statements on asphalt. It's never just paint, just a name. It means more than that and I'm excited to see both going live today!
Rainy day meetings and errands on foot.
Detours on the way home to scope out the view. Nicollet Island could do with some good old-fashioned upzoning and urbanization to replace the parking lots that replaced the city there—the dearth of people and people-places makes it one of those places I'm more comfortable viewing from a distance.
Favorite dandelion is back!
Found this robin's egg about a mile into my fastest run yet and I knew I'd break my PR despite the the awkwardness of cradling it in my hand the next few miles, then stuffing it down my sports bra to get my phone out to stop the timer. The one on its left, in the beaker, was found at the start of a run two years ago. I hid that one under a leaf and remembered to retrieve it on my way back.
Finished up my 100 miles on foot this week with one last loop around the lake with the sun low on the horizon and the blossoms snowing down in the breeze. Yesterday's marathon was a bit intense but I love the independence of exploring my city under my own power. Unexpected bonus was not traveling by motor at all this week!
The lens through which I view the world. Nice when it's incarnate and I can share! Today the tree left me dusted with pollen and a few blossoms to shake off when I got home. Friday, May, and my whole family together. ❤
Meetings around town and a single-item grocery list (two pounds of bulk olives from Holy Land) meant it was easy to make the distance I needed to stay on pace to do 100 miles on foot this week. Zigzagging the bridge for views of the glorious moon and spiders pushed me over 50 miles so far, with four days to go.
Sometimes processing the political world and the potential implications works a little better up in a tree walking back from a meeting. At least it felt more productive and action-oriented to be thinking about my own personal strategies to resist while also cocooned in the beauty of the world. Felt compelled to climb a little higher this time, however.
Walked Harriet & Bde Maka Ska on my errands today. Also gratuitous desire to be outside on foot in these scenes. And it was worth it.
Watching the sunset at the end of my first 100 miles on foot so far this May. Continuing to resist, in every step.
My Mayday photo, walking between the bus stop and Powderhorn. Nothing else captured my eye quite so fully (to be fair, I missed the parade).
Zigzagging on foot to a meeting and turned a corner to this framing of clouds and reflections of light. Love the way the camera errors somehow capture the repetition and brightness of the street.
Leaves springing so fast they seem to glow. I'd like a palette of early nightfall the last few days, heavy on dusky teals and new green.
Shadows on the art bridge at night, over the acres of brand new empty overbuilt road, sans sidewalk. We find beauty and meaning where we can.
All over the city after the rain. Keep it in the ground, people, not dump it in our groundwater.
Watching the masses of people flock back to the Stone Arch Bridge on a night like tonight feels a bit like observing the northern migration of a favorite species of bird, the way they (we) cluster and move and weave and bob, even the pairing off. It reminds me of watching the mallards on the river below during ice out a month ago, but with familiar faces. Someday more of us will be all-weather walkers here, but for now, the return of the fairweather folk feels as seasonally portentous as the first spring sighting of a goose or two.
Went on a run this evening, at the end of a lovely day of lovely meetings and lovely running-intos and lovely chats. Decided to wear hot pink laces in just one shoe because two was too many and none was not enough. Perfect temps and kicked my pace up at the end because I love the feeling of racing for that last swing. And then just after I finished, panting and euphoric, someone stopped and asked me for running tips! Me! She seemed sincere—that thing I do? Apparently it looks like running! I grew up playing soccer and basketball and when I threw discus and put shot in highschool, we all trained together by running, but I've never seen myself as a runner. I'm someone who has made it through the self-consciousness of some runs by telling myself firmly that running is basically an invisibility cloak. I'm a fairweather jogger, roughly March to November, and only for maybe the last three years. I'm a person who runs from time to time, but not, you know, a runner. That's...somehow...different? So to be asked for tips!? An affirmation, a chance to talk to a stranger, and an opportunity to be helpful? Total human-happy win! Thanks, A—!
My goal for #30daysofbiking : the #30daysofwalking edition is to hit 10km a day. It really should be doable, given than my average in the last year is just over 11km a day, but I realized walking home from working on a few projects at the coffee shop that I wouldn't hit it without a little extra effort. Skedaddled over to the lake as the temps started sliding, which made for a perfect run for me—and my time showed it. Possibly my fastest ever! (The nice thing about poor record keeping and winters off from running is that I set a lot of personal best times every spring—it's a treat for the ego & pleasantly motivating as I rebuild habits!)
Branches and buds on the first day of #30daysofbiking (I'm joining again with me #30daysofwalking ). It's all about scale. I'm a small person—I've been nicknamed "Tiny" as have other family members on both sides for 100 years. A lot of the built environment literally isn't designed for me—ergonomics, like so many other professions, has primarily centered its work around a presumption of white males as the norm and I'm at the far reaches of that bell curve, dropped out of target accessibility in many applications. But once I'm walking, the world fits me perfectly and I it.
Ever since mushroom hunting with @marthaandtom a few years back, I've been paying special attention to the fungi hanging around. This profligate tree somehow failed to catch my eye on my first thousand or so laps around the lake, but on 1,001, I couldn't wait even a day more to take photos. I love how much there is to discover when walking by just shifting what I'm tuned in for.
A little gathering as I walked. Most of the pods and flowers are empty of seeds by this point in the season, but all the shapes of their shells and husks are so lovely. Picked these up during a break between meetings, along with the dried fungus, and back at the studio tossed them on this curbside-find chair. How do people furnish/decorate their spaces if they're not sidewalk gleaning?!
One last photo of that glorious sunset a few weeks ago. I'm so glad I chased it on foot, bridge after bridge after bridge. There were no bad views, no mediocre moments. So lucky to be able to see it and be in it and share it!
Commuting in only a pair of tights, a cotton dress, a light wool sweater, and my @lemsshoes, no wool leggings or slips or vests or mittens needed! I left a half hour early to get to my meeting, but I'm thinking I might take the long way and catch up on emails as I walk rather than heading inside a moment before I need to. ❤
One of the seven carts we pushed from Dayton's ended up in my studio and I found myself scrubbing every corner and cleaning every crevice til the wee smalls last night with the dental tools I thrifted. I love form that comes out of function, design driven by use. The way this cart rolled through the city, as if it was also part of millennia of car-free human culture? It made me unspeakably happy, and I spent the hours walking back and forth daydreaming of all I could do with this out on the street—pop-up place-making, a fossil-fuel-free hyper-local moving service, a store-in-a-box, an open-sided people mover...
It was hard to push a cart through downtown and simultaneously take photos of pigeons (or tweet or slack or text) but I'm persistent. Walking through the city, over and over and over again moving things around today makes me incredibly happy, the chatter of strangers, the way it rewards my intimate knowledge of every crack and shift of my sidewalks, the respect a 200 pound metal Dayton's cart commands from drivers that I never manage to get in my small soft body. And, of course, the context, the geese, the mallards, the swoop and swoop of the pigeons. . My last run of the day was unwieldy, a cart that listed on level ground, and tried to run into the street at the least slope. At points, the easiest way to move it was to spin with it, using that momentum to keep moving forward. Climbing the Hennepin/Lyndale bottleneck, a stranger said I seemed like Sisyphus, and I agreed. But I was a happy pirouetting Sisyphus, daydreaming of our shared future where this is normal, our calf muscles taut, our shoulders leaning in, our city fueled and built by us.
A pause in the space walking between meetings and lunch. Lake refreezing again. This crow (?) found something to tap at in the foamy frozen white coast-like edges. I've seen the radial transit system pattern in forming ice before.
Another sunset photo, from about a month ago. Some days this is my route heading somewhere, sometimes it's my destination.
Throwback to a morning walk across the Mississippi. I'm more likely to be seeing this sight in the wee smas, but it's got its own glory at any time of day.
My love for Minneapolis' seasons has no bounds. Somehow our landscape is new and riveting every time I look at it. This is the current state of ice on the lake, reptilian and pockmarked and alien and beautiful beyond photos.