Friday night we got whisked away for a spontaneous group outing to the annual block party at Our Lady of Peace, a neighborhood church. The carnival rides lit up the night. Happy screams and dance music formed the soundtrack. That’s Zola on the far left, getting ready to give the ride operator a high five. Sometimes it’s great to let the whirlwind of life catch you up and carry you away.
It was one of those desperate moments when I realize, just before crawling into bed, that I’ve forgotten to take a photo. (This seems to be happening with increasing frequency, unfortunately.)
In those moments, I try not to throw in the towel. No matter how tired I am, or how dark it is, or how really uninteresting my bedroom appears, I believe there is something to see. Some material for art-making to be found. I always grab my camera and start looking. Sometime while cursing under my breath.
Count on light, reflection, and shadow to come through in the clutch every time…
The Mill City Opera is one of our favorite dates of the year. Now in it’s fourth year, the opera is staged among the ruins of the former Gold Medal Flour factory (now Mill City Museum). Sitting under the stars on a warm summer night with a cold beer, gorgeous music, and my best guy beside me: pretty much heaven on earth.
197/365: mill city opera 2015