Minnesota is still kind of wintry in March:



I came home to Minn for a week in March, and found my family's house looking rather different from the way it did before...

We got new floors (fake wood).
But that's not all! Our living room walls are now green, and we no longer have a disgusting couch taking up all our space. Like every other unwanted piece of Erickson furniture, it went up to Laporte!

(Also, my mom made that awesome quilt on the wall.)
Our kitchen floor looks nice also:
This is Andy:
During my entire visit, an owl kept visiting our house every night.

This picture marks the beginning of an illustrious career in nature photography.
Here are my dad, my cat, and the piano. I like this picture:
I went for a walk through Rum River Park in Anoka/Andover one day during my mom's karate class; the park was still very wintry looking. It was beautiful in the sun.
Here's my beloved river — my Nordic ski team used to use it as a trail back when there wasn't enough snow elsewhere on the ground.
I thought the patterns in this ice looked really awesome, especially with the brilliant sunlight.

In fact, it made me think of the surface of a distant, frozen-over moon soaring through space (because, you know, I see those all the time).
I had just gotten most of my hair cut off (eleven inches → it'll be part of someone's wig soon), and so my shadow looks slightly different now.
We (and my grandma Viv) went to the Chanhassen Dinner Theatre. Here's the best picture ever taken of Andy and Zach, straight out of the theater's parking lot in the snow:
Yep, there's Minneapolis, swaddled in a becoming cocoon of highways and urban sprawl like always — we passed it on the way to the airport. Andy took this picture.
Goodbye, Minn; I'll be back before you (or I) know it.