Petite wet-snow blizzard Friday afternoon. It was like shooting in the rain.

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I’ve driven over this little overpass a few zillion times in my life, but it never occurred to me to stop until I caught a glimpse of it in the storm on Friday.

Just when we think our lives are settled and predictable, circumstances can change abruptly,  rocketing  our complacent selves into a whole new narrative. That doesn’t mean bad things are happening in Wabi Sabi land, but an unexpected turn of events has switched us all onto a wildly different track. I put aside my camera for a while, something I haven’t done in years, but I’m thinking it’s maybe safe to quietly exhale now.  Even new narratives should yield a little creative space.

Hmmm…maybe I should buy a new lens. Major metaphoric statement, yes?

IT WOULD BE NICE…

Posted: February 29, 2016 in 17-85mm lens, Photography
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…if our lives came equipped with such easy-to-read markers.

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Buoys are marking the entrance to Lake Pepin, a really wide spot on the Mississippi River.

Not enough haze to be fog, but enough to lay a filter over my early morning outing.

 

I’ll admit that I was looking for architectural grandeur with this bridge, the cathedral-like quality to be found looking dead-center through the piers. Instead, I was most taken by the qualities of the concrete, with its subtle cracking and vague hieroglyphic markings.

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And, about the aforementioned barges that work the Mississippi twenty-four/seven: when you are anchored on a sandbar for the night, the sight of one of these massive vessels sliding by is all kinds of other-worldly. They are remarkably quiet and you can only stand on the deck of your little craft, mouth slightly a-gape and  contemplate their lights slicing through the silence of the velvet-black night.  Three shots of a passing barge in the slideshow below

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BRIDGE SUITE I

Posted: February 22, 2016 in 17-85mm lens, Bridges, Details, Photography

 Taken from the deck of a houseboat as we moved slowly up and down the Mississippi River in mid-September.  Click on any thumbnail for a full-sized gallery slideshow.

A partial and less intimate view of said bridge whose function it is to connect the great states of Wisconsin and Minnesota.

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My function on this grand adventure was to stand in the front of the boat and, if I spotted a barge coming towards us in the distance, begin to chant like the Rainman “We’re all gonna die! We’re all gonna die!”

Feral barge attempting to sneak up on our vessel:

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I think I did a splendid job of keeping us all alive.

This isn’t a barge,  of course, but I sounded the alarm loud and clear, alerting ship, captain and crew to the danger here as well:

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Wabi Sabi: Your Canary in the Coal Mine of Nautical Doom.

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The abandoned farm around the corner. There’s a tear-down in progress, though I’ve never seen anyone working at the site.

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I think these last two ladder shots have a little Wyeth vibe going for them.

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Because nothing says “Happy Holidays!” like a gallery of vintage hubcaps!