Slow and sexy

Max and his friend Ally,
(both from Connecticut )
are heading cross country,
and Max decided he needed a sexy pin up sloth tattoo,
so I figured out a way to squeeze him in.
He says Varga was his grandmother's brother,
and he wanted a sloth after visiting Costa Rica recently.
Somehow, those got put together into Max's first ever tattoo.
Sloths are weird, for sure,
but way weirder when trying to look sexy.
Here's a link to the original Varga pose we used.






















Max never even got to see Minneapolis,
since they drove up from Chicago that morning,
and they kept heading west as soon as we finished.
But Ally did head into the city
and checked out the mill ruins for a bit while the tattoo was in progress.
I gave them a few spots not to miss on their travels,
a few email address,
and some good luck wishes.

dirt love.

Peyton stayed with us at Louderhorn Inn this weekend,
and we showed her around some parts of MPLS that she's never seen before.
I never get tired of those mill ruins downtown,
so if you're coming to visit,
I'll take you there, too.






















Peyton is getting a doctorate in microscopic soil bugs.
Or dirt creatures.
I don't really know,
but I like the parts about symbiotic relationships,
especially between mushrooms and trees.
Anyway, we worked on her sleeve some more today,
mushrooms and ferns and roots and mycorrhiza.


















It's slightly less scientific
(but still kind of relevant):
Over at Ilovedeadbirds.com
we're having a little contest.
A vote of the best photo/post from the last two years,
since the blog's 2nd anniversary is coming up.
Head over there and vote on your favorite.
And here's to another two years of loving dead birds!