9:10

910 was our street address on Larkmoor in Berkley, MI - the Kurta family home where my siblings and I grew up.  The house was knocked down many years ago to make way for a shopping area.  Through the years and to this day, I find I frequently find it to be 9:10 when I glance at the clock.  My folks say it happens a lot to them too - a sentimental number for the Kurta family

sky study #141

no filter used on this sunrise Monday, January 4th, 2016

lops with napa

the surgery

I had carpal tunnel release surgery on my hand yesterday - all went well - it's still feeling kind of numb this morning but no bad pain 

If you are grossed out easily don't look at this too closely: I asked if my Doctor would take a picture during the procedure 

the cat sack

hoovering

My new vacuum cleaner

my favorite detail from the instruction manual

etc from Wisconsin

Ullmers let me take a 1990 edition of Hoard's Dairyman magazine - a publication for the dairy cow industry - I love brown Swiss cows like the cover model

stopped at Seguin's cheese shop and picked up some interesting samples: "danger"-level ghost pepper cheese, a little piece of cheddar in the shape of Wisconsin, and smoked string cheese

graphic from a gas station in the U.P.

Dad napping

our room at the Bay Motel