Archive for the ‘Feed MIll’ Category

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.






I was prepping several more shots from the feed mill, but this one has to be a stand-alone.


Early stages of a feed mill tear-down. (5 photos)

On Wednesday, my friend Marjorie rode shotgun for me when I delivered a piece to the Miller Gallery in Sturgeon Bay for the upcoming Juried Annual there. When we arrived… in the pouring rain, of course…she found me an illegal parking spot behind the building and located someone to both open the back door AND carry my work inside.

She also paid for half of my lemon biscotti when I ran out of money, but that was later.

Subtle or what? I think I slipped in the “piece at the Miller” business very smoothly.


Business done, we tried out a new coffee house and spent the next hour successfully reorganizing the universe, a task made easier with the help of caffeine and sugar, the only two food groups that really matter.


The old grain elevator stands near the channel within easy view of the coffeehouse parking lot and is in the earliest stages of a tear-down. Between the door of the coffee house and the door of my car, I heard its siren song broadcasting on max volume and it was only a matter of driving across two parking lots, two lanes of traffic and a sort of open sandy space to answer that call.


When we stepped out of the car, the air was thick and wet and gray, but stopped just short of actual rain. Half way around the building, that thick gray air began morphing into a persistent cold mist.

By the time I was finishing with the fourth side, I could no longer pretend that it was simply mist pelting me in the head. Rain was coming down hard, forcing me to tuck my camera up under my jacket and sprint back to the car.

Okay…sprint has always been a relative term for your friend, Wabi Sabi, but you could tell I had visibly shifted two gears up from amble.


Note to self: must work on timing. An hour’s worth of espresso and biscotti in a warm little coffee shop should have been scheduled for AFTER a thorough drubbing by the rain gods, not before.


But isn’t that newly-exposed wood absolutely gorgeous?


I wasn’t going to bother with this building: couldn’t get the right perspective, shadows were funky, it wasn’t singing to me.

mill front

Glad I stuck with it.

door and window


I could not, however, solve the problem of getting a full frontal building shot (short of invading the home across the street and shooting from a second floor window…apparently frowned on in places like Kiel) so we will have to leave that one to your imagination.

window slice

Welcome to Chilton, Wisconsin!


There are signs with arrows in Chilton for “Uptown” and “Downtown.” Uptown has little bakeries and businesses. Downtown has feed mills, feed mills, mill bars and small factories. This was late Saturday afternoon and the only person visible downtown was squatted on the stoop of a rundown hotel, giving full and considered attention to the glowing end of her cigarette.

She was all the verses of a bad country song: “Lord, Don’t let me Wake Up Sober in Chilton.”

Or maybe that’s just my own heartfelt prayer.

At any rate, some shots of a feed mill on its way down.








Beyond the railroad tracks and snowbanks, you can find a most impressive art collection.

Very minimal, blocks of color:



Some uber-gritty:


Framing changes everything here.


Even  three-dimensional pieces: “Stockpiling Peace.”




Luxemburg, Wisconsin.
(Yes, it’s true. I can leave my house after breakfast
and go to Luxemburg, Denmark AND Brussels and still be home in time for lunch.)




Two very traditional buildings stitched together by a long and covered…loading dock? workspace? breezeway? They beg to be photographed, painted, sketched.



 Tomorrow: Art found behind the mill.