
The marathon course goes right by my house, so I got my ass outta bed on a Sunday morning and got a few nice shots. These are all the front-runners leading the pack. They are probably just over a mile into the race at this point.
Christy Love made Boogie Wonderland huge in the Twin Cites. She is a great singer and an energetic performer.
Huge deck section at a 45-degree angle, jutting out from the east bank. You can see more sections of the bridge near the center of photograph and to the right, just below the drop created by the lock and dam. The bridge in the background it is the Cedar Ave. Bridge, which paralleled I-35W. The bridge support in foreground is old and left behind from a previous structure that was removed.
This shot is on the east bank of the Mississippi and you are seeing the south-bound lane of I-35W as it plunges down the river embankment, crossing the bike path.
The look on this police officer pretty much summed it all up for me. I think he was kind of in shock, just as we all were. Maybe he was amazed at all the on-lookers who turned out to catch a glimpse of this tragedy. The whole north-bound section of the Interstate plunged into the Mississippi as it curls around downtown Minneapolis. I spent the better part of two hours trying to find a good location to shoot from, but the police and other rescue crews did a good job of setting up the disaster recovery scene. You can see all the pics on my flickr page by clicking the image. I will update more also, asap. Please say a prayer for those affected and remember the rescue crews as they are doing a good job under extremely bad circumstances.
I am back home in Minneapolis... and it's a good thing! I finally got to see the camera van! This guy is Harrod Blank, the creator of the camera van, who hails from Berkley, CA. Check out his website here.
Words cannot describe the amazing rock formations throughout Joshue Tree National Park.
Pacific Crest Trail trail marker at Saddle Junction in the San Jacinto Mountains near Idyllwild.
This forest ranger rescued me with a couple band-aids for the swelling blisters on my heels as I climbed the Devil's Slide Trail.
Today there was a wake for my cousin Thomas, back home in Minnesota, who passed away suddenly last week. I was very sad when I got the news. My memories of him are mostly from when we were kids, but we bumped into one another at family get-togethers and around town sometimes. I didn't know him real well, but I always had a sense that we were very much alike, mostly in the way we saw the world and tried to keep an optimistic attitude about life in general. He was a sort of quiet person, and was always quick to help others with a smile. I really wanted to go home for the service, but was unable to, for a few different reasons... I was very upset that I couldn't be there. My cousin had been to my father's funeral a few years ago, along with all his brothers and sisters... six in all, along with their parents. He was there for me and shared with me some reassuring words and wanted us to get together soon to spend some time together. It meant alot to have his support. It's so hard to accept life on life's terms when you suddenly realize it has slipped by you again.
It was after I got the news of Thomas' death on Saturday that I went to the mountains for a hike on Sunday. I went up to Idyllwild to be in my sanctuary of nature, to seek answers and be alone with my thoughts. I remember feeling very peaceful, even though the blisters on my heels were causing me a lot of pain, and I had only travelled just one-third the distance up the mountain. I would see the peaks ahead of me and I kept feeling the pull... the need to reach my goal. I wasn't even really thinking about it. I just know I was at peace, with myself, with god, and the pain of lonliness that I have experienced so much of the past few years.
I spent a good hour at the end of the trail, taking in the sights of the valley and the surrounding mountains. Thinking about my cousin, and also my father. I thought about getting older and how I was so far away from my family. My thoughts wandered as I scanned the landscape, the wind brisk in my face. That wind was talking to me, telling me I would always have to work for my bounty, but if I did with joy in my step, there would be many beautiful sights to behold.
I returned down the mountain once I knew I could look toward the next day... no matter what. And I feel that my cousin Thomas was there to let me know that it was okay to not make it home, because we had some time together right there, on that mountain top.
This was my turnaround point, at Saddle Junction, last Sunday when I hiked Devil's Slide out of Idyllwild. The last snow is melting just behind me on an unknown peak. Idyllwild is just below, in the lower-right corner of the frame. From where I am standing, I can see Mt. San Jacinto Peak, just another five miles or so on foot. Below me is a valley which reaches about 2,000 feet down! Very beautiful up here. I was able to recharge the batteries, despite the nasty blisters on my heels.
I know I haven't posted anything in a while... I was messing around in the studio this afternoon and thought I would play with some light on this drum head. It has given me some ideas about a series, so keep an eye out
There’s a small town just west of Palm Springs, along I-10, called Cabazon, near Banning. You may remember hearing about the Cabazon fires last fall when four fire-fighters were killed fighting the blaze. It was a very big story out here, and devastating to most, since the fire had been started by an arsonist, near Cabazon. The fire quickly spread to the Idyllwild area, engulfing many thousands of acres along the way, before being contained.
Every time I travel to L.A. I have to pass this giant T-Rex and brontosaurus at the Cabazon exit, on the north side of the interstate. It’s really just a roadside attraction, complete with restaurant, truck stop, and even a go-cart track. I had stopped in briefly once before, but decided against shooting as it was mid-day and the light sucked. I also didn’t want to come off as a tourist who stopped at stupid roadside tourist novelties. But, I finally broke down one evening, after doing a little shopping at the outlet mall just further down the road. You may have seen this big guy if you frequent many other blog sites, as I have seen it in at least two other sites.
At any rate, this is my rendition of the tourist-trap carnivore oddity.
This is the fence outside my back door. Textures, lines, color make this shot work well for me.