Posted: August 28th, 2010 | Author: Julie | Filed under: Uncategorized | No Comments »
Photos taken at Como Park:
Bemidji’s Lance Benson and Mark Bauer playing a great opening set for the Danny Schmidt concert at the KAXE Amphitheater.
Photo by: Doug Macrostie
Art work: Joe Furuseth
You and I are dying
But, please, don’t tell
As our souls look through brochures
Of Heaven and of Hell
And we begin to cry softly
As we glimpse our past
In our cold graves
We’ll find comfort at last
The awful memories and mistakes
They will take their toll
Just as the triumph of true love
Melts our heart and long lost soul
But we can say we lived life to the fullest
And that it finally led to the grave
And as we watched our ship go down
Our memories were all we could save
But that’s all over now
There’s nothing left to live on
But we’ll keep on going
Even after our bodies are gone
We now have all eternity to acquiesce with Shakespeare
As to how love led to death
And all eternity to dream with Poe
About our last painful, desperate breath
So here we sit – locked together
Forever – you and I
As the earth reclaims the space
Where our bodies lie
Another sun sets
On this bitter-sweet eternity
But we find solace
In the despair of life’s mystery
The years pass by
And the light grows dark
But we regret nothing
We know we left our mark
~Poem: Amber Hildebrandt~
Photos: Leora Jean
Well you’ve been asking for our art. Now I may not be a “traditional” artist. But I am an artist. I catch glimpses of sheer perfection. My perfection you ask? Is my son. He is my production of what is beautiful, appealing and of more than ordinary significance.
All yarn purchased from Bemidji Woolen Mills
My brother painted this in 1971, or there abouts… maybe late 1960′s.
My sister is in the picture
Laura Peters Mumm
I use to live in Bemidji like 9 months ago. I lived there my whole life. I really am in love with Bemidj, but sometimes you need a break from the town you grew up in, so I moved to Florida. I believe Bemidji has many hidden places that are full of beauty!
Did you notice the cover of the Community Education Brochure? The photo on the cover was taken by myself. I am honored to have been chosen as the cover photographer.
Note: All photos and work on this website are under copywrite
Posted: August 16th, 2010 | Author: Julie | Filed under: Uncategorized | 5 Comments »
pics by Julie Saari
Shores of Lake Bemidji
I met Pete over coffee at Harmony Co-op. He is studying for his Nursing degree. Myself, working on this project and needing a bit of caffeinated encouragement. Dedicated to his studies, he is buried in his huge texts most mornings. When the middle of July rolled around (and his courses were done for the summer) I was finally able to see the other side of Pete. He is a true friend, knows how to let loose on the dance floor, and yet can hold a serious conversation and give meaningful advice. He is a new breed of man. To me, Pete represents this town and it’s many facets. What I didn’t know was Pete’s story, until it showed up unannounced in my inbox one day.
You need to read this:
She started another story in her cut changlish but at this point the writing was on the wall. My mother never told me the stories my grandmother does but my grandmother is so lost in dementia I don’t know what is true. It’s like going the dumpster behind goodwill and trying to put together a life story using torn up grocery bags half full of weather beaten, moth eaten, dank smelling clothes.
It didn’t matter though; the writing was on the wall, figuratively and literally. On the wall in my grandmother’s double occupancy room on the fourth floor of a California Nursing Home, among scattered photos of grandkids starting in the late seventies to the late nineties were small glimpses of the past. A wedding photo, where they met for the first time, a family shot from the early sixties when my youngest aunt was just a couple of inches taller than a pot of Black-eyed Susan’s and a couple of pictures, maybe the only pictures of everlasting youth. But the story was clear: growing up Chinese sucked ass. No bones about it. From the red scare to the age-old tale of “Get the immigrants out (Yeah, we still do that),” being Chinese in America during the 1950’s sucked.
Eternally half way through “The Woman Warrior” (Required reading in my family) and continually introducing my mom’s side of the family as “Have you seen the Joy Luck Club?” is both a blessing a nuisance. I always wanted to know what it was like for my grandmother and my mother but due to a language barrier with popo and a tragic yet selective memory from my mother I never did. It was as though Amy Tan became our storyteller. She captured generations of Chinese-Americans and laid it out on the table so we didn’t have to. Sitting down watching the Joy Luck Club as a teenager broke through a barrier that was my mother’s memory. Watching every Vietnam movie ever made, barring the ones about white dudes and their trouble with killing babies (ie. Platoon, Deerhunter) due to the fact that my mother never wanted to glorify war, gave me insight to the pain of her growing up Chinese.
Through movies and books she communicated. At one time this annoyed me, created this imaginary wall, or not wall, more like a foggy cloud between us. I knew where she stared and I know where she landed but in between was “?”. I wanted more. I wanted to be the one with painful a painful history, the glory stories. My first English professor said it best when he said growing up in a family with an alcoholic father made him a great writer. Damn I wanted to have his tragically beautiful memory that captured the sympathies of readers, oh, and the hearts of young attractive ladies. I wanted the attention of my friends by telling horror stories of my mom’s youth, but there were none. When others told stories about how their long past ancestors made the trip by boat with only 3 dollars in hand and worked their way up the ladder at the escalator factory so their kids could go to medical school and discover the cure to tooth decay, I had “Did you ever see…?”
But damn it, she was right. You know how it goes, “If it doesn’t kill you… and “I’m a better person for it…” Well maybe not this time. This wasn’t something she did for me. She wasn’t keeping stories from me to teach me a lesson, she couldn’t tell them because it hurt too much. The small glimpses I can piece together sucked, but that was no matter. In the end, they were her stories, not mine. They made her. Just like my grandmother’s story was hers, not mine. They made her.
I’m here in Bemidji because I need to make my own stories, not for my kids, not for my mother, for me. So I can grow up “Half-Chinese-American” or “Half northern Michigan” (A story of another day) or “One hundred fucking percent Peter Reynolds.” I don’t know what pulled me here and I don’t know if I will be pulled away. I do know that everyday (well almost everyday) I make myself better and I make Bemidji better. Yeah, I said it. I’m okay being an arrogant bastard sometimes.
Posted: August 12th, 2010 | Author: Julie | Filed under: Uncategorized | 6 Comments »
From Kathryn Lavelle:
This poem is for my Dad…who suffered a massive stroke on Sunday at Havenwood Nursing Home. He was left in his bed for almost 5 hours with no medical care of any kind before they sent him to the ER…and that happened only after I saw what condition he was in and demanded they get him to the hospital. He is a man who deserves far more dignity than any nursing home could ever provide for him…especially that one!
He waits with no real big surprise
And sighs as he sees Death with his ancient eyes
The pretty Grim reaper with her Dixie cups
“Take your pills boys…now bottoms up!”
The bed…the call light…the TV screen
have made his life into one long dream
Nor sleeping lay
He never realized he’d be forced to pay
With his dignity
With his memories
With his freedom
With his independence
With his reality
So much life lived
So many things accomplished
So many selfless acts
So much love
The end is nowhere near as sweet
And is rather quite
Can I go home now?
pic by Abbie Buscher
Abbie Buscher says:I don’t really have a placeI love the best, but if I had to chose it would be the lake front by the park. [I like it] when they light up the trees around Christmas. It is just amazing, like a picture out of a movie. Also when they shoot off the fireworks over the lake on the fourth of July.
PJ Swenson sent in his artwork: This is my friend Vivienne. She was laughing and holding her chicken Lucy. I call it “Songs for Lucy”. I can’t find the original photo it was created from.
I said the donkey
- Deborah Davis
He loves me- Deborah Davis
The artwork above was done by artist Deborah Davis.
Submitted by -Deanne Ewert
This is a photo of my favorite place in Bemidji our lake out Divison St, at sunset and one of a foggy morning my husband took these photos…
I am a fairly new artist. I make things mainly out of broken tempered safety glass from the glass shop I own with my husband and our business partner. (we can’t recycle the stuff and glass never breaks down in the landfill) I paint it , some I leave plain. I do a lot of glass-on-glass mosaics. I also use discarded frames and other “junk” as much as possible. My work can currently be seen for the month of August at the Cabin Coffee House and Café and I usually have something at Bad Cat Creations Gallery and Gifts.
I sent a few pictures from the Cabin display.
Glass Doctor Bemidji
My business name is Alice’s Animals and I’ve been sewing these little rascals for like 30 years out here in the sticks near Debs. Here is one of my all time favorites. The bunny stands about 3 1/2 inches high.
I painted them this summer based on pictures I took out on Roosevelt Road a couple years ago. It is currently on display at Dunn Brothers (for the month of August). I enjoy all the animals in the Bemidji area, both domestic and wild!
Pictures are Bemidji’s beauty.
My favorite spot is on Stump Lake taking a trip up the Mississippi.
From the Facebook page:
This a new side of Bemidji! no pun intended! I cannot wait to visit in September! Thanks for all the great Bemidji glances that feed me until I can come back!
The old Bunyan Boats down at the PB amusement park. They were death-traps! Kinda like a heavy metal 55 gallon drum with a stubby nose and fins welded on them. You could pedal around in a roped off area down where the fishing bridge is now for $0.50 or something like that. They were near the end-of-life when I remember them – a bit leaky and rusty. Anyone got any pix of them?
Lindrud’s, Gamble’s, S&L, Wilson’s Kroll’s Sporting Goods, Western Auto, Glass Block Drug, Jakes, The Red Onion, Mr. Bun’s, Bridgeman’s, Sandee’s, A&W, The Flame, The Beaver Pond, The Bare Bear, Bronco Drive-In, Chief Theater, Bemidji High School, JC Penny’s Downtown, Woolworth’s, Bookraft, Noel’s Peanut Room, Mr. Steak, Renaud’s, The Pop Shoppe, Happy Joe’s, Xen’s
You guys are all showing your age…its a pity-I remember them all as well!
The Bemidji Bell -I know the Holms brothers must have some pictures…
It might be fun to try to match up old pictures of businesses or buildings with new ones. I just saw something last week on Huffington about it and it looked pretty cool. See http://www.historypin.com/
for something like it.
Remember when the Armory was on Lake Bemidji?
who remembers the ‘hotpond’?
If you want to send something in I can update this page through out the weekend. Send all submissions to email@example.com
Artist, songwriters/musicians, photographers, poets, story writers, hobby photographers- I don’t care. Share. Thanks guy!
Posted: August 1st, 2010 | Author: Julie | Filed under: Events | 7 Comments »
The fair is something to everyone. What is the fair to you? Is it the smells, the food on a stick and sweet gooey apples? Or possibly the fair is the rides to you. Enough to make your head spin and sometimes your stomach (as I witnessed a girl in purple lose her cookies after riding the first ride you will see in the ‘Midway’ pictures). The barns with their many animals and the exhibit buildings with their wares on display are what makes the fair for others. Maybe your family participates together in 4 H, rodeo, demo derby, or music stage. What makes a fair – ‘the fair’ is different to everyone….
Tell me in the comment box – what does the fair mean to you?
Triple B Rodeo
Exhibits and Entertainment
Thank you for joining me on a photo tour of the Beltrami County Fair which was held last week. All photos were taken by Julie Saari and are straight off the camera – snap shots.