Sunday, January 25, 2015

Friday, January 23, 2015


Found myself standing on the Franklin Avenue Bridge in Minneapolis about 7:15 this morning: the freezing rain had slid past to our south and the temperature was in the tolerable range. I aimed the camera east and waited to see what would happen. The longer I stood there, the better the sky became.
And then just as suddenly, within half an hour, it was over and gone.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Monday, January 19, 2015

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Walking surface may be slippery

Even at close to straight-up noon it's still possible to get some interesting light and shadow patterns from that low-in-the-sky winter sun. This was taken from the McGladrey Plaza parking garage in Minneapolis, MN.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Monday, January 12, 2015


Meet Bright, who is from Rwanda. He lives in the Twin Cities with a family I’ve been friends with for ages. This is from a December photo shoot, before the weather turned to total crap.

Thursday, January 8, 2015


Bitter cold, crazy wind, and blowing snow. There’s the Minneapolis winter I know and love. Said no one ever. At least not at my house.
Partially frozen Mississippi River, 35W bridge, and Minneapolis in the (chilly) distance.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Saturday, January 3, 2015

Halfway there

A bit of late afternoon sun popped the shadows nicely on the grain silos over in the area of Minneapolis referred to as “SEMI” (Southeast Minneapolis Industrial Area).

The second photo is a panoramic shot my daughter took with her phone. The figure on the left is me lumbering about, trying to determine a good vantage point for a photo or two.

Friday, January 2, 2015


Minneapolis skyway on a cold winter day.

One degree

Mississippi River at Crosby Lake Farm, Saint Paul.
On my way back from the MSP airport, having dropped off an out-of-town friend who’d been visiting, I passed by Crosby Lake Farm. Decided to have a look around, then decided on a quicker look once I felt how crazy cold the breeze felt on my bare skin. By the time I stumbled across this scene, my fingers were starting to go numb inside my gloves, so I made with the picture taking and raced back to the car to thaw out. Do I still have ten fingers? Stay tuned for the exciting answer.