Interacting

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Insect interacts with flower, photographer interacts with insect, both interacting with and part of nature.

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Textured Landscapes

I often like to see the world around me from a different perspective.  I will take an image and decide it might look more interesting if I turn it on its side, upside-down or make some other alteration that allows for a whole new way of seeing the object of my image.  It’s a way of seeing beyond seeing or seeing beyond the ordinary.

Coming Home

When people think of home, it usually is their house, a family home or perhaps their hometown.  I arrived back in Duluth late last Friday night to my house, but wasn’t truly “home” till the next day when I was out enjoying nature.  As I walked the trails along the St. Louis River as it passes through Jay Cooke State Park, I came to the realization that this was part of my true home.  Not just this park, which is quite beautiful, and not just northern Minnesota, but all of nature.  It is the place where my spirit resides and is renewed after absences.  As I look back at the past year, a year that started in early March when I got the call from my father’s doctor informing me of his hospitalization, followed by three months in hospice before he passed away which lead to spending a lot of time at their home.  While there, I began doing sports photography on the side and as often as possible, I would head north on weekends to be back in Duluth for a couple of days.  As I think back, I realize that one of the first things I would do upon my return north was to head out for a visit to Lake Superior, a hike along a river or into the forests or perhaps just climb the hills near my house and sit on a rocky outcropping and enjoy the view.  Those are the moments when I feel at home.  No matter where I am, I know that I am never far from home.  I can see it as I drive along the Great River Road of the Mississippi, the scenic back roads of pre-freeway America, driving through a national forest or sitting at a roadside stop with a view of the countryside.  The place my spirit calls home, is everywhere, it can’t be contained in a man-made structure, it’s far too vast for that.  Perhaps those places are good for being with others who share your belief, but so are the places I go to commune with spirit.  I know that many I pass on the trail share a similar belief, but in a much larger cathedral. Our altars are waterfalls, giant redwoods, dense pine forests, winding rivers, shimmering lakes and granite cliffs.  Our pews are fallen logs, rocks, flower filled prairies and sandy beaches.  We tithe by supporting our parks and natural areas, picking up trash as we hike, by taking nothing but photos and leaving nothing but footprints.

All images are of Jay Cooke State Park, February 27, 2016

A Meditation on Three Groups

As I was working on an image to print for a commercial presentation, I discovered I had an empty ink cartridge and had to pause that project, which led to me returning to some images that have been on my mind.  This is one of them, three progressively larger clumps of grass growing out of a rocky island on the St. Louis River as it flows through Jay Cooke State Park.

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Three

Line, Shape & Texture

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Moving slowly through the two parks, I found myself seeking out lines, shapes and textures.  Nature is a master at creating all three, but humans contribute with their constructions also.  Although all images were originally shot in color, I felt switching to monochrome removed the distraction that color adds and allows the eye to more readily focus on form.  The images are from Tettegouche and Jay Cooke State Parks in Minnesota.