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“I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam.”  Annie Dillard

   

 

I continue to return to the Pulliam Plant in search of pictures that grab me but have had mixed success capturing shots that give me full chestal thrum*. This is the first time I have tried it at night.

Score!

In this small set, the plant is a silent, hulking, mysterious presence. Or, at least, that’s what I was trying for, though the coppery reflections cancel out the whole Soviet factory vibe.

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This is a strange place to take pictures. Not a soul around, but…holy cow!…loud, loud, loud. Look at the first picture and the lumpish things bisecting the river. Geese! The water is mostly open here and this is apparently a popular after-hours smorgasbord location. (You can often be rewarded during daylight hours by the sight of eagles who nest here year-around and fish the open waters.) I just didn’t think birds went out for dinner and drinks after dark.

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Several earlier posts cover the Pulliam Plant. If you’re interested, you’ll find them under the Categories column on your left.

*Chestal Thrum: That feeling that a thousand small-but-invisible winged beings are doing a polka dance of joy in the general region of your heart and it is a sure sign that you are on to something good.

Tomorrow: Industrial Romantic

Snow,  heavy and wet, started Sunday afternoon. Monday morning felt as though we’d all fallen into a brilliant blue and white painting.

Beautiful as it was, I went outdoors reluctantly, not really sure what I was looking for.

I heard them coming before they appeared over the treeline.

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Strung across the sky, the geese are lines of calligraphy.

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Zen koans for the earthbound.