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In which I simply throw up my hands and embrace my inner seeker after all things red.

And now back to Ishpeming for a moment. (Are you getting blog-reader’s whiplash as we rocket all over the U.P.?) I cannot identify this place by name or purpose. We weren’t able to figure it out, but there were sure a lot of power lines involved.

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We were pretty sure that the building had been abandoned, just based on a) the lack of cars,  b) the lack of people and c) the countless broken windows.

However…

Through some of those broken windows we could see a big industrial-sized ceiling fan working hard, leading us to believe it wasn’t COMPLETELY deserted. Maybe things were quiet just because it was a Saturday. I was prepared to scale the fence, though, if it meant scoring some good shots.

 Except…

 I mean, it was well past lunch time. I, for one, was getting a little faint from hunger and Karen is a MAJOR crank when her blood sugar gets wonky. Even so, I was prepared to gnaw on the leather strap from my camera case just to hold the hunger cramps at bay. Karen found a Lifesaver stuck to the bottom of her purse and was considering how to split it between us. We questioned whether or not there was any nutritional value to Burt’s Bee’s Lip Balm.

But then…

I flashed on the last time I went over a chain link fence and it involved ripping the backside out of a nice pair of dress cords. (Don’t ask.)

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Sometimes, a really good motto is “Discretion is the better part of Valor.”

Or…”Run away! Run away!”

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I am super-extremely excited because TWO of my pieces were selected for The Hardy Gallery’s Photography show. The Hardy is in Ephraim, part of Wisconsin’s Door Peninsula and I consider inclusion in this juried show to be a pretty big deal. Part of the excitement comes in the way the show is set up: artists must deliver their actual framed works to the gallery on Sunday or Monday, the show is juried all day on Tuesday and calls are made to only the artists who have been selected for the show on Wednesday. As good as I had been feeling about my work, by 4:00 this afternoon I’d received no phone call and had resigned myself to a “drive of shame” to retrieve my pictures on Saturday. At 4:15, a Gallery intern called and I have been grinning and giggling for the past several hours. The show opens on Friday and is up until October 15. An estimated audience of 12,000 people will visit the gallery during that time.