The bridge at Winona, Minnesota, spanning the Mississippi River.


When I first saw this particular bridge, I thought it was fine, but I was not doing a Happy Bridge Dance on top of the houseboat. I took a few shots as we passed below it and didn’t even beg to make a nautical U-turn in order to take more. (Last year, under the bridge at Wabasha, we made so many passes back and forth that a casual observer might have thought we were caught in a maelstrom.)

Then came the sunset,  and the lighting–both natural and manmade– created a beautiful picture.

I began tapping my toe on the deck. I was warming to my neighbor.


Somehow, the transition from sunset to full dark happened without my help or notice, because the next time I looked…Hello, Bridge!


What an incredible surprise! This ho-hum worker-bee bridge by day turned into a bedazzling star after sunset and I celebrated with a series of wildly enthusiastic Happy Bridge Dances from one end of our boat to the other.


Perhaps those wildly enthusiastic Happy Bridge Dances had an impact on the weather, because still to come: major midnight thunderstorms and your friend Wabi Sabi runs for her camera.

Winona, Minnesota. Bridge over the Mississippi River.


I have more. LOTS more. We anchored our (rented) houseboat on a nearby sandbar  for a day and half, during which time I was able to capture the bridge in sunlight, fog, dusk, full-on night and a raging midnight thunderstorm. Very cool.

This bridge post is an offering to the gods since I am having some bridgework of my own done today (Tuesday) that for sure involves a Sawzall and direct access to my savings account.

Three Lakes, Wisconsin. A gallery of nine detail shots.

The interior of this Art Deco gem should come with a trigger warning for folks who are inclined to swoon over lines and arches and the play of light and shadows.



My fall garden is graced by tall and still-elegant Queen Anne’s Lace gone to seed.  Despite her wild nature,  she is permitted to hold court in any of my gardens as long as she chooses.


A gallery of pictures from the recent Tall Ships Festival in Green Bay. As always, click on any shot for enlargement and/or a slideshow presentation.

My favorite pieces.

The Festival of Tall Ships was here and, as I mentioned earlier, I was most interested in capturing the scene prior to mobs of people showing up. On Saturday morning, I arrived early, but after sunrise,  and the brightly lit ships didn’t work for me. The next day, I was in place before the sun got there and was far more pleased with my captures.

The Giant Rubber Ducky was a part of the festival.

Sunrise over the Fox.  When’s the last time you saw a photograph that included a sunrise, paper mill, Spanish galleon, and giant rubber ducky?

Eat your heart out, National Geographic.


More duckishness:

And finally, just a little Tiananmen Square vibe here:




Downtown Green Bay. Sunrise over the Fox River, featuring a paper mill and a couple of tall ships at rest. Gallery, five pictures.

 I rarely shoot where I have to “follow the light,” but on this outing,  I had a fine hands-on experience with just how rapidly the quality of light changes leading up to sunrise.