Posts Tagged ‘Mississippi River’

The second night anchored on a sandbar near the bridge in Winona, Minnesota.

The thunderstorm rolled in around midnight. Loud! Holy Mother of Pearl! Had you told me cannons were firing from the upper deck, I would have believed you.

The only cannons firing, though, were mine.

Okay…Canons, not cannons.

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There was no way to go out on the deck to shoot, though…not unless I wanted to sacrifice my equipment to the storm so I spent my time running back and forth from the front of the boat to my berth, shooting through the glass and playing with colors and focus. Lovely jagged bolts of lightening would have been splendid, but this wasn’t that kind of storm. The sky kept blowing up all blue-white which was enormously cool to watch, but not much for photographic drama.

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Eventually, I ran out of shots to take, stowed the cameras and climbed into bed. By positioning myself just so, I was able to fall asleep to the sounds of thunder, wind, and driving rain while keeping the bridge in sight.

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This makes my short list of Best Nights Ever.

IT WOULD BE NICE…

Posted: February 29, 2016 in 17-85mm lens, Photography
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…if our lives came equipped with such easy-to-read markers.

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Buoys are marking the entrance to Lake Pepin, a really wide spot on the Mississippi River.

I’ll admit that I was looking for architectural grandeur with this bridge, the cathedral-like quality to be found looking dead-center through the piers. Instead, I was most taken by the qualities of the concrete, with its subtle cracking and vague hieroglyphic markings.

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And, about the aforementioned barges that work the Mississippi twenty-four/seven: when you are anchored on a sandbar for the night, the sight of one of these massive vessels sliding by is all kinds of other-worldly. They are remarkably quiet and you can only stand on the deck of your little craft, mouth slightly a-gape and  contemplate their lights slicing through the silence of the velvet-black night.  Three shots of a passing barge in the slideshow below

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