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I like the conversion to black and white in this series. The strong shadows in the last set prompted me to experiment and once I had pulled the color out, I had an entirely different focus for the group. Gone were the brilliant blue skies–which proved to be only a distraction–and the intense lines and shadows stepped to the fore instead.

Today’s set is not mean streets-noir-moody nor quietly meditative, but I did carry through with the black and grayscale theme. Once again, with the distraction of the color out of the way, the individual structures can be admired for their own strengths.







I just realized that she who was whining loudly for more color in her life went photo-hunting through three counties on the first eyeball-rattling sunny day in weeks, came home and converted all of that sunshine to black and white. Thanks, Wabi Sabi Eeyore.

Enough with the rolling corn fields and other bucolic images from America’s Dairyland. Let’s get edgy.

Denmark, Wisconsin. Five pictures and nary a red barn nor a gamboling calf to be found among them.






One image which needs to be viewed at full size. Seriously.

Downtown Green Bay


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“I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam.”  Annie Dillard



I continue to return to the Pulliam Plant in search of pictures that grab me but have had mixed success capturing shots that give me full chestal thrum*. This is the first time I have tried it at night.


In this small set, the plant is a silent, hulking, mysterious presence. Or, at least, that’s what I was trying for, though the coppery reflections cancel out the whole Soviet factory vibe.


This is a strange place to take pictures. Not a soul around, but…holy cow!…loud, loud, loud. Look at the first picture and the lumpish things bisecting the river. Geese! The water is mostly open here and this is apparently a popular after-hours smorgasbord location. (You can often be rewarded during daylight hours by the sight of eagles who nest here year-around and fish the open waters.) I just didn’t think birds went out for dinner and drinks after dark.



Several earlier posts cover the Pulliam Plant. If you’re interested, you’ll find them under the Categories column on your left.

*Chestal Thrum: That feeling that a thousand small-but-invisible winged beings are doing a polka dance of joy in the general region of your heart and it is a sure sign that you are on to something good.

Tomorrow: Industrial Romantic

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Taken from the footpath near the Museum (west side of the Fox.)

On Thursday night, the view from the Museum parking lot was outstanding: the Fox was covered in a glistening coat of ice and a full moon shone over it all. Wabi Sabi, however, was in full-on grown-up garb INCLUDING girl shoes and sans camera, en route from the opening reception for the Art Annual at the Neville (yes! I have a picture in the juried show!) to dinner with friends.

Because…and I’ve said it before…the whole point of making it into art shows is celebrating with friends afterwards.

I returned Sunday night wearing sturdy boots and carrying a tripod. The full moon was gone and the ice has begun to thin, but I was nonetheless pleased with the results.



I so rarely do black and white, but this last shot seemed to be designed for grays and blacks, shadows and highlights.


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I offer you an antidote for yet another gloomy Midwestern winter day:


The Centre Pompidou in Paris, housing the Bibliothèque Publique d’Information (Public Information Library),  the Musée National d’Art Moderne (which is the largest museum for modern art in Europe,) and IRCAM, a centre for music and acoustic research.


The brightly colored exoskeleton of the Pompidou is actually a color-coded display of  its mechanical systems: blue pipes are for climate control, green for the plumbing, yellow pipes carry the electrical wires, and safety features, such as fire extinguishers, are in red.