Minnesota’ idyllic ice age in pretty pictures

The brilliant sunshine came out — for a few seconds — in flyover country today, momentarily lifting spirits and, as coincidence would have it, allowing us to read a fabulous New York Times blog looking at our tundra with a “yeah, I remember how I was like that once” attitude.

“Winter was something that I was quite scared of, moving to Minnesota,” photographer Jenn Ackerman, a native of Virginia, tells the New York Times’ Lens blog. “But I’d heard that if you want to love Minnesota, you have to accept winter. So I thought, ‘O.K., I don’t know what that means, but I’m going to do this.’ ”

We get it. We’ve been there. We bought the, “if you’re going to live here, you have to love winter” ideal until we simply couldn’t stand living with ourselves — and this miserable excuse for a season — any more.

She provides lovely pictures of bleak  God-forsaken  pathetic  living-in-a-cold hell hearty Minnesotans who are upholding the fraudulent  mythic  soul-crushing reality of living here.

If anyone from the outside world should be navigating to this page, please: help us.

(h/t: Hart VanDenburg)

  • Jim G

    Bob, when winter starts to feel endless and the reality of our perpetual winter overwhelms the senses, eat an orange and imagine it growing in bright sunlight, with warm breezes caressing its skin. Try it. Let me know if it works in lifting your spirits. I tried it this morning. It didn’t work.

  • BJ

    Oh Jim G that was cruel.

  • bc

    I really dislike these photos. Her work is derivative (copying Alec Soth much?) and seemed mean-spirited. Maybe it was the narrative of the article — “how could this poor east coast girl survive in the brutal wilds of blah blah blah” — or maybe it was the disregard for the individuals pictured, the clear “typing” of rednecks, backwoods hicks, ice fishermen, etc. as if those labels tell us anything new.