Is It Unusual?

Or just the usual viewed differently?

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Nature does art on the river.

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The River

Correction: I have mis-identified the Kettle River as the St. Croix River, sorry for any confusion.

The Kettle River is one of several scenic rivers in Minnesota.  From it’s humble beginnings to where it meets up with the St. Croix River, it offers many miles of boating, fishing and hiking.  The section of the river that runs through Banning State Park has peaceful, calm areas, as seen looking upriver from the access point.  But, as the signs warns, up ahead are challenging rapids.

The Lowry Ave Bridge, Introduction

 

I don’t typically do my posts as a series, but I will break with tradition in this instance.  I’ve had my eye on this bridge for a couple of years and finally made time to pay it a visit.
The Lowry Ave Bridge crosses the Mississippi River north of downtown Minneapolis, and with it’s more contemporary style, is a departure from many of the older stone and metal bridges that span the river in Minneapolis and St. Paul.  For more history on this bridge:

The Lowry Avenue Bridge is history

Former Lowry Avenue Mississippi River Crossing

I feel that each perspective deserves separate attention and comments.  I will be presenting both color and b/w versions of most of the images, you can decide which you prefer.

What Does The Eye See?

Along the Deschutes River in Bend, Oregon is an area of softer volcanic rock that has been worn away by the action of water and spinning rocks, creating potholes.  This is a common feature along many rivers, including the St. Croix on the Minnesota and Wisconsin border. The interplay of shape and light tricks the eye into imagining most anything…so what do you see?

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Under The Bridge…

…and back again.

The London Road bridge over the Lester River in Duluth, MN.

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

Retrospective: By A River

I went through a period of fascination with the whorls and swirls of river foam.  I managed to collect a large collection of images from different bodies of moving water.  Although I haven’t captured any photos recently, whenever I see the patterns on a river or stream, I always take time to enjoy the creation of this unique natural art form.  As is usually the case in nature, the patterns may, for awhile, seem to remain the same, they are in constant motion, evolving as the movement of the water keeps them swirling about.  This particular image makes me wonder if Vincent Van Gogh would have found inspiration in the patterns, perhaps creating a variation of “The Starry Night” with water.

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