Eaux Claires 2015 from Jim Zellmer.
A can’t miss. Fantastic weather, star gazing and geography provided by God (Michael Perry suggested vespers and hymns late Saturday evening) and a winning playlist orchestrated by Justin Vernon.
Vernon and his crew ran a fun and well organized festival. Rather impressive in its first year.
The video highlights and many images were captured on my iPhone 6. Not too bad.
Words that floated in the air:
“Hello festival people”.
“Water. Baptism. Absolution.”
What a gorgeous evening. We have so much to be thankful for.
Scanning through photos recently, I stumbled upon this image, taken in a Boston Pizzeria…
Indeed, grace.
Yesterday’s service could not have been more delightful, beginning with a baptism and culminating with a rousing rendition of “Amazing Grace“.
Skyr, realized Ásmundsson, was nutritious, wholesome, and a formidable alternative to the “sugary crap” pervading the American culinary landscape. So, like any self-sufficient Icelander, he set out to make it for his son.
To learn the ropes, he journeyed to the eastern Iceland town of Egilsstaðir and shadowed an 82-year-old dairyman. The skyr maker offered simple advice: “Get the best milk. Skim the fat. Add live cultures. Let it set. Strain the liquid. When it looks really thick, strain even more.”
In May 2011, with little real-world business experience, and nothing more than a traditional recipe for skyr, Ásmundsson decided to start a yogurt company.
Wikipedia on the New Church. The new church houses the Stalingrad Madonna.
