personal history

223/365: lunch @ the veranda, st. james hotel

Last Friday we journeyed down river to visit friends in Davenport, Iowa. Along the river roads, we stopped over in Red Wing for a lovely lunch at the St. James Hotel. It’s where we spent our first Valentine’s Day, where Brad proposed, and where we celebrated one of our early anniversaries. We wanted to share this history with the kids and revisit them ourselves – adding a fresh memory to the many treasured stories that already unfolded in this place.

 

three-part harmony

I love the bands of color/texture in the diverse plant activity here – the scraggly, the lush, the overgrown. It looks like a very real garden to me – left to its own devices.

120/365: daffodils

just to say (OOT: la crosse no. 2)

There is nothing touristy about this photo. It’s not the riverfront or the iconic blue bridge. It’s not the sculpted dragons over the entrance to the public gardens. It’s not any of the cool, vintage neon signs I shot downtown.

It’s just the photo I liked best from my day walking around La Crosse. A simple human expression hidden in plain sight for any passerby to witness and, most likely, relate to in some way (that may or may not be about a cat).

I miss my ____________.

100/365: i miss my cat

03.17.13 muddle puddle

Reflections can be so much more than mirror images. The pictures you see on the surface of the water place the sky at your feet and lend a glossy luminescence to even the drabbest of subjects. Then all it takes is the slightest disturbance – a drop of water, a hint of breeze – to set off waves of shimmering distortion, confusing reality into brilliance.

76/365: architectural reflection