Life is good.
Life is good.
Birds are beautiful on their own, of course. I think they remind us of freedom. For me finding a redwing blackbird in the marsh is a special treat. The goose couple I followed stayed close together, and had a rhythm to their companionship that seemed to indicate affection and respect for each other. Birds are a big theme for me this year. If I get a Barred Owl or Snowy Owl I will feel like I have accomplished something special.
The ice is almost a memory! It is the total transformation of the river in the space of a few days. What a testimony to the power of the sun, the Earth’s axis, the shifting season. When I got to the bridge this morning another photographer was leaving. He had seen eight eagles fly up from a nesting area when a pre-dawn bicyclist whipped through the wooded trail near them. Eight eagles!
The new year starts with brutal cold weather. Our pipes froze in the house on the night of January 2nd. And again on the 5th. Now I know how to solve that problem.
While I don’t really have any New Year’s Resolutions, except for 300 dpi, I do have a new theory of problems born from my frozen pipe adventure. Little problems are given to us to take our minds off of the Big Problems, and big problems are given to us to keep the little problems in perspective.
So Happy New Year to you too.
This photo taken on the Minnesota River during a break from the extremes. Sunset on the 14th of January, 2014.
Street photography from the 2013 Highland Park Community Fair. See more photos here.
Sara and I had planned to witness the Summer Solstice sunrise on June 21. I went out on the Mendota Bridge, near Ft. Snelling, to preview the location on the 19th and was able to capture this lovely scene. The morning of the Solstice it was stormy and dark — no magic. So here is my pre-Solstice sunrise.
Reflections on the anniversary of Martin Luther King’s assasination
Written April 4, 2013.
I had hitchhiked down to San Francisco from Oregon. We didn’t have a radio in the car, and when I got to the Haight to stay with some friends it was 2 a.m. and no one came to the window to throw us keys from the loft. My ride took off and I headed down the street to find a crash pad. A National Guardsman accosted me under the streetlight on the corner. He had an M-1 rifle with bayonet mounted, and I knew he wasn’t dressed for Halloween. He was amazed I hadn’t heard about Martin Luther King’s assasination that day. That was why the Haight was under martial law, along with about 16 other cities that night, for fear of riots. I took his tip about a church a few blocks down that might be taking in street people so late. I got lost though, and finally climbed over someone’s fence and rolled out my sleeping bag and went to sleep. Someone was yelling “Prince! Prince! Stay” really loud and the sun was shining and a huge Weimaraner hunting dog was standing at attention a foot away from me. He had jaws the size of my pack. But he stood fast long enough for me to realize I had jumped into his dog run in the middle of the night. I got the hell out of there and moved on, deeper into the conundrum of America forever more.