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First Across the Finished Line

Its that time of year again. I love late summer wildflowers. "They're not dead flowers," I've been telling my kids. "They're naturally sun dried."

Minneapolis Morning

Minneapolis may call itself the "City of Lakes," but it has always, from its beginnings, been a child of the river.

The Beginning of Things

Just before sunrise at Split Rock

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Knowledge and Timber

"Knowledge and timber shouldn't be much used, till they are seasoned." Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

BOOM! Island

When, in the course of human events...

The Dragon and the Lotus

More bugs! More flowers! More bugs on flowers!

Magic Beans

More dead flowers! Or something. Wild blue indigo seed pods turn a silvery charcoal color in the fall, and dried seeds rattle around in brittle pods when the wind blows. Imagine an entire symphony of baby rattles...

Bridge to Somewhere

Rumors to the contrary notwithstanding, the actual point of all this really is to get you from one place to another. The Wabasha Street bridge in downtown St. Paul opened to
traffic in July of 1998, but the elaborate stair towers on either side took an additional three years to complete.

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Cave of Wonders

Just another frozen waterfall.

Dim Lit

Or: "Portrait of the artist as 2/3 of a 1/2 lit nude"

A Mill Update

There's been a small change or two recently, including a bit of 'bridge bling,' and the massive riverfront makeover finally landing on the east bank.

You Scratch My Back...

Coneflowers are cool. And friendly.

Hello Myself, Gosling Edition

Its not often that you get to meet yourself for the first time.

MN Again