The Red River of the North has experienced serious flooding three of the last four years, with 2009 being a record flood. This year, we have another flood on our hands. Originally, they were predicting a flood to rival 2009, but since then ideal weather has sent the flood projection down to very manageable levels. Still, it’s already several feet above flood stage, and it will have some impact on the area.


I find it difficult to take pictures of our floods that really convey what is happening. If you don’t know where the river belongs, you might find it difficult to see what’s going on. The fenced area on the far bank is a dog park, with a pedestrian path behind it. The dog park is closed indefinitely, and will soon be under water.

One effect of the flooding is the wildlife that usually stays close to the river being forced closer to the residences. In 2009, I saw a coyote in my backyard. (Unfortunately, I did not have my camera at the ready.) While walking today, we spotted a field mouse, hiding (very well, I might add) further away from the river than is normal, I suspect. At least, we think it was a field mouse.


Thank goodness for my new(ish) zoom lens.

Three Certainties

Sure, we all die. And sure, today taxes are due.

But more importantly, it’s April in northern Minnesota, which means it’s still winter.


The snow is heavy and wet.


And it clings in interesting ways to everything.


Fools’ Day

from around the globe. At this point, we are waiting for a response from the government.

“What are you doing?

“I just thought I’d watch some TV, if that’s okay with you.” She sighed and went back to her book, so he turned back to the television. There was shaky camera footage of people running through the street. It looked as though they were being chased by another crowd. Uninterested in whatever movie it was, he changed the channel.

News. He was about to change the channel again when they began showing similar footage as the last channel. Maybe it hadn’t been a movie. He turned up the sound.

the nature of these attacks. I repeat, despite wild speculation about aliens or some sort of “zombie” virus, there has been no confirmation about the nature of these attacks. While there have been sketchy reports from every continent, no official has yet made any statement. There is evidence of military mobilization. Even without official word, our management is suggesting people stay indoors until more information is released.

“Are you seeing this?” he asked her.


“This.” He pointed at the screen. “There is something going on. Maybe we should go somewhere?”

She watched for several seconds, worry growing on her face. Suddenly, her demeanor relaxed, and she let out a laugh. “This is probably just like that Orson Welles thing.”

“What thing?”

“You know, Welles did a fake radio broadcast about a Martian invasion on Halloween. A bunch of people believed it. Tom Cruise was in a movie version of it a few years ago.”

“Tom Cruise played Orson Welles?”

“No! Welles did a broadcast based on a book, The War of the Worlds, or something. They made the book into a movie a few years ago. But Welles’ broadcast was just fiction, a hoax. Scared a bunch of people, though.”

“So you’re saying this is just a hoax?”

“Well… What day is it?”

He thought for a moment, then it hit him. Embarrassment crept up his cheeks. “Oh. Crap. It’s April first, isn’t it?”

She just nodded, smug smile on her lips.

Hating that he had been duped, he turned off the television.

A shifting noise outside the front door caused her to look up again. “I think the mail’s here. Could you get it?”

He nodded and walked to the door. When he opened it, a hand reached out and grabbed him by the neck. He heard a scream just before the world went black.