Archive for the ‘Structures’ Category

Once again, I’ve chosen to mute the colors and lights.



Image #1 is not as crisp as I would like, but it is the best I have showing the entire crane and I couldn’t leave this series behind without showing you how Star Wars-worthy this massive beast really is.

Some additional shots of the railroad bridge in Hastings.






Be honest: I’ve been gone for a week and you were wondering if it would be necessary to launch a “Free Wabi Sabi!”  letter-writing campaign.

I am back safely in Wisconsin. While I really don’t care to go into the whole pie escapade (on advice of counsel,)  I will say that there is more than one place to slip across the Minnesota border to avoid jack-booted guards wielding canisters of Reddi-Whip.

But, ooooh…..Damn those pie-sniffing dogs!

I have photographed this building before but never gotten past the front door. This time I walked around the whole building and fell head over heels into a full-blown case of window lust. 


window set


Love this last pair of windows and I offer them to you with not one comment from me. (But you must be able to hear me giggling as you read it.)


Downtown Green Bay. The official baptized and registered name of this structure is the Ray Nitschke Bridge but the only ones who call it that are reporters or politicians.  Everyone else says “Main Street Bridge.”

I grew up in a small town with guys named “Fish” and “Doughnuts,” and “Six-Pack.”  That’s what everyone called them…except for their moms. Their moms called them Edward, Raymond, and Harold.

Same principle.


 The Main Street Bridge spans the Fox River and, along with the Walnut Street Bridge, marks the East-West split in Green Bay. On the east side, the street is called Main Street.  Upon crossing the bridge, however, you will find yourself on Dousman Street.


 When I first moved to Green Bay, I used to laugh at people making a big deal about driving ALL THE WAY to the west side. Now my kids, who live in Atlanta and Minneapolis, mock me unmercifully for my reluctance to travel all the way across town.



I took these pictures standing under the east side of the bridge since I didn’t want to drive ALL THE WAY to the West Side.

Plus, I forgot my passport.

New CR 510 bridge spanning the Dead River in Marquette County.

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This version of the bridge is 532 feet long, stands 100 feet above the water and was opened in 2010 with a price tag of just under 7 million dollars.  In contrast, the old CR510 is 10 feet above the river and was built for a whopping $80,000. (I know: both a dollar and a foot went a lot farther then, right?)

If you look at the second picture in the post from October 12 , you can get a glimpse of the new bridge on the far right of that frame.

new bridge2

We made a valiant effort to climb all the way to the river, but about 3/4 of the way down, the slope turned vertical and we nixed the idea of battling to the bottom.

It is incredibly windy on the bridge. I don’t travel with a tripod (Bad Wabi Sabi! Go wait in the car!) and one would have made a huge difference in the shots I took from the top.

One more look at the bridge from a traditional viewpoint


and then let us slip down to where the trolls hang out.



In the fall of 1919, the state of Michigan purchased a toll bridge in Pennsylvania and shipped it to Marquette. It was installed at the Dead River site and opened to traffic in 1921, serving as an essential link for logging, tourism and development in the northern part of Marquette County. The years of heavy use took their own toll and, as weight limits for the bridge continued to be revised downward, eventually it was no longer practical to maintain it for traffic. (When snowplows weren’t allowed on the bridge due to weight restrictions, the bridge itself had to be shoveled by hand!)

I’ll show you the replacement bridge later this week.

 CR 510 passes through the Huron Mountains in Marquette County, Michigan. Today’s post features the original CR 510 Bridge spanning the Dead River.  The bridge opened in 1921 and closed to traffic in 2010. Friend Karen scouted this location ahead of time and I am most grateful.


Holy Zow! I drove to Marquette this week and the drive was exhilarating.  Fall color, which has pretty much pooped-out by an hour north of Green Bay, rebounded again as I entered the Huron Mountain range. As the road became increasingly more hilly and I was making the up/down climb into Marquette,  trees ramped up their drama until I found myself flying through a full-tilt carnival of colors and began to wonder if I’d somehow sailed right into a “Yes! Michigan!” calendar.


Enjoy a shot of pure full-on autumnal glory and I will give you some background history on the bridge in my next post.

brd2It goes without saying that I’ll have to climb under there, right?