October 5, 2005

Birds by the Thousands

For the past two days the trees on the bluffs overlooking the river have been full of redwing black birds and grackles. The sound is almost deafening.

Hear the sound

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October 3, 2005

Garrison Keillor Visits Red Wing.

Yesterday afternoon - Sunday Oct 2nd - Garrison Keillor returned to Red Wing for an afternoon of entertainment. It was Garrison's first visit to to the town since he did Prairie Home Companion shows at the Sheldon Theatre while the Fitzgerald was under reconstruction back in the mid-1980's. Keillor provided a wonderful performance of storytelling and songs accompanied by the Cafe Accordion Orchestra. Located at the new outdoor festival stage at Hobgoblin Music, the event was a fund raiser for Sandy Wollschlager (Who Garrison managed to praise in a song by rhyming her last name with "real blogger)."

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October 2, 2005

Mississippi River Towns Featured in Exhibit


Currently on exhibit at the Baldwin Photography Gallery at Middle Tennessee State University in Murfreesboro TN is a one person exhibit of my photographic work (on display from Sept 11 to Oct 20 2005) featuring photographs of some of the towns along the Mississippi River in Wisconsin and Minnesota. This is a an ongoing documentary project, now in its 4th year, to explore and record the vernacular architecture of the communities bordering the Upper Mississippi.





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October 1, 2005

On the River - Hager City to Bay City

It was a beautiful day on the back channel of the Mississippi River near Red Wing MN today. The eagles have left their nests and are soaring above with a watchful curious eye on the handful of boaters on the Wisconsin channel as we make our way from Mr. Sippi's in Hager City to the head of Lake Pepin at Bay City WI. Ducks, geese and mergansers are starting to flock, but are still at that stage where they are flying north more often than towards their winter homes.

Our powerful 15 horse motor - an Evinrude from the 1950's had a hard time getting going, but once on the river it seemed very happy to propel us on our way. A bit of guilt as we passed a lone canoe with our Ever-Rude spewing a gas and oil slick, but at least we too have canoed these same waters. There are just days when you want the wind in your face, and want to get there with minimal effort.

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