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11.30
The frost and fog series continues.
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11.29
(nothing posted today)
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11.28
Peter in infared light.
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11.27
Another from a series taken on a frosted foggy morning in the fields surrounding my Father's place. Others can be seen here, here and here.
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11.26
Another shot from the car trip on Thanksgiving. This one is of my two youngest sons.
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11.25
Riding with family to a Thanksgiving celebration.
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11.24
(nothing posted today)
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11.23
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11.22
An old rooster house sits on my Dad's property, a remnant of bygone days. When I moved here at age five, it looked like a typical Minnesota farm. There was a barn, silo, chicken koop, grainery and various other out-buildings; all red with white trim. Time has painted and reshaped the only place that has ever really felt to me like home, but this one little building where Casey and I as kids had eggfights remains, bent but unaltered. I took this photo on the same morning as this one out by the property line.
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11.21
(no explanation given)
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11.20
(nothing posted today)
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11.19
(nothing posted today)
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11.18
Taken at the 311 Club a month or so ago.
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11.17
This is one of a series of landscapes made in the frost and fog covering the East field one morning a few weeks ago.
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11.16
Happiness is.
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11.15
(no explanation given)
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11.14
Love you Mom.
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11.13
Pictures from a conversation about influences with Photographer Michal Daniel at his home. In the first shot he's handing me a book of Henri Cartier-Bresson. In the other two he's flipping for examples of Giacomelli. But to best understand much of Michal's current work, find a copy of Many are Called by Walker Evans.
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11.12
Photographed Wookiefoot onstage for the first time on Halloween. Good stuff.
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11.11
Taken, of course, on Halloween. These two were a sort of team costume... even performed a duet. And yes they are both female, if you were wondering.
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11.10
(nothing posted today)
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11.09
This is a shot I've wanted to get for a long time. Dave breaks more guitar strings than anyone I know because of how hard he rails on his instrument. Peak moment.
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11.08
This is shot attempts to make lemonade out of the lemon that is my wide-angle lens. I love the converter lens my brother Dan gave me, but not all the lens flares it creates. These bubbly blue distractions bug me simply because they do not actually exist in the scene. Sometimes however, things which detract from a picture can instead complete it by becoming the notes leaving Michael's sax. Spots and flares can become all sorts of thing: hallucinations, strange antennae, gossamer fairy wings or a crown of tears.
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11.07
you get to me like old time religion did
in my heart when I was a kid
you're sweet gospel music to my ears
you know how to ease all my fears
and from my heart to yours all I can say is
hey baby hey baby hey baby hey
and as we go on through the deal I
I know that we won't always feel
real wonderful
life ain't like that
but I want to stay right by your side
check out the view enjoy the ride
together
with all our loved ones
I want to plant a little garden with you now
take care of a piece of the earth somehow
and tend it when we're old and gray and
try to straighten up and say, well,
I'm so glad to see you today
hey baby hey baby hey baby hey
- Greg Brown
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11.06
(no explanation given)
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11.05
(nothing posted today)
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11.04
Very skunky. Very skunky indeed.
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11.03
Ever since I can remember, this big oversize Andrew Wyeth book has sat, randomly open, on a hutch in the upstairs hall in my parent's home. Its missing pages hang here and there in frames. The influence that had is clear to me in this picture. I was not thinking of Wyeth that morning in the field. But there he is.
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11.02
(no explanation given)
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11.01
This was shot in infared at the 331 Club in Minneapolis. The Keep Aways were one of a few Duluth bands playing there that night as part of the Sound Unseen festival.
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