Archive for the ‘Paper Mills’ Category

Downtown Green Bay. Sunrise over the Fox River, featuring a paper mill and a couple of tall ships at rest. Gallery, five pictures.

 I rarely shoot where I have to “follow the light,” but on this outing,  I had a fine hands-on experience with just how rapidly the quality of light changes leading up to sunrise.

Three images which pretty much cry out to be viewed full-sized.

Just saying.

“Beauty, like supreme dominion
Is but supported by opinion”

Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard’s Almanack

industrial love song

“Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean,
Needs not the painted flourish of your praise:
Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye,
Not utter’d by base sale of chapmen’s tongues”

William Shakespeare, Love’s Labors Lost


“Beauty in things exists merely in the mind which contemplates them.”

David Hume, Essays Moral and Political


“I just love me some smokestacks.”

Wabi Sabi, WordPress

Four images

Downtown Green Bay, 7 a.m. Sunday, December 21. Very gray, sun not fully awake and virtually no one up and about.





A little slice of downtown Rhinelander.


Okay, not really right downtown. But still…close.

I’ve played fast and loose with exposure and saturation and all on this piece, just as a way of seeing the mill differently.

The opening reception at the Nicolet College Art Gallery was the best ever. It will take me at least another 48 hours to ease back down from the high produced by combining great art with great friends and reasonably good wine.  Yowza! What a wonderful evening.

Details from mills and power plants. An unconventional crop combined with dramatic adjustments to exposure and saturation and suddenly, we have a snapshot view of a fantastic parallel world.

A matter of uncoupling the mind from what is SUPPOSED to be going on and considering other amazing possibilities.




Same song, different mill.


The Bluebird is unable to assume his role in today’s production. Playing the part of The Bluebird is his understudy, The Pigeon.


Let’s give it up for The Pigeon, shall we? Well done, Pigeon! Well done!

 If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?