Entering my senior year at Southwest High, I had the choice to play trumpet in the band another year or join the senior art class and study photography. You can guess what I chose, and I’ve never looked back. My photo teacher that year, Brian Sago, is also a skilled printer and he had several of his recent intaglio and screen prints in a gallery opening Friday evening. The show was at Highpoint Center for Printmaking in their beautiful new facility on Lake Street in Minneapolis.
I know this is kinda an off-moment (I was running late to see Funny People) but I really liked the perspective and lighting of the gallery space as seen from the street level outside. I’ll have to keep it in mind for a future shoot.
My fatty-fat cat, Oscar. I think he’s almost 17 (in human years).
My brother and I met some friends at Cedar Lake, some time after “open swim” hours had ended. Luckily the police stopped by and reminded us that the beach was closed.
(first: view of downtown Minneapolis over Lake Calhoun.)
Sam named the problem “Skinny Pete;” I took photos as he traversed the boulder and topped out (again at Interstate State Park).
(bottom) Driving home after climbing.
I guess I won’t be using my driveway today…
Walking home from the grocery store yesterday, my curiosity was piqued by these women cracking bullwhips in Todd Park. Genuine Australian Kangaroo leather makes a lot of noise when it is in the right hands, like those of Tina Alexandra (center), who has performed all over the world as part of a magic show. I sat in for part of the mini-lesson (and made sure to keep my distance).
The neighbor kids that I used to babysit got a trampoline last month and they lit up when I walked down with my camera. I took a few jumps too, naturally, but couldn’t quite land my front flip.
I remember camping at Interstate State Park with my family and seeing the rock climbers perched precariously on tiny ledges and clinging to cracks on the cliffs along the St. Croix river. As a wanna-be adventurer, it was pure intimidation. Returning on Thursday with my brother, however, I looked at the rocks and saw potential and opportunity. Climbing outside makes indoor climbing feel like training, even if you didn’t know that’s what you were doing. To interact with real rocks, shaped by thousands of years of weather and wear, validates the sport and connects you to it’s origins. And I noticed the same look of admiration and curiosity on the faces of kids walking by as my brother defied gravity on those same rocks. Hopefully some of them will be inspired to come back someday as well.