Archive for October 2007

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Intermodal Shipping Containers & A Near Death Experience

I have an unusual interest in intermodal shipping containers. A couple of years ago I started noticing these colorful boxes full of earthly delights. They are really an amazing concept when you stop to think about it: load them up in China, put them on a massive ship that's in port only 24 hours, send them around the world, load them straight to a train, unload and then use as a warehouse for as long as needed and unload them once. Have you wondered why there are no large warehouses anymore? Yep, that's why. Having grown up looking over the deep-sea port of Kenosha, I used to watch them unload ships for days. Longshoremen (who made $22/hour in the '70s) loaded items by hand into seven-story deep ship holds. These ISO containers changed all of that. As usual, when I make realizations like this I end up spending inordinate amounts of time thinking about it and then go risk my life for no reason. The picture above was taken in the Union Yard in St. Paul. I wasn't actually in the yard itself, I was on the miles of parallel track leading into the yard from the North. After shooting the massive Bungee grain elevator (elevators revolutionized the grain commodities market early in the 20th century, but that's another article), I started walking the length of a parked train of TTX well cars. I walked in the snow for quite a while looking at the neighborhood and the graffiti. Then I came upon the image above. I shot over the parked empty TTX cars at a loaded double stack on the far side. I constructed an abstract image which, if I may say, came out pretty well. The contrast of saturated colors and detailed subjects is something I have been working on for a long time and the picture of Sarah at the State Fair Grounds is along the same idea. After the shot, I decided that I could get a better one of the containers if I didn't have the TTX cars in front of them. So I climbed up and over them. That was a lot of work, the 'ladder' was bent inward under the car and there were no handles on top. It took a while and the frozen steel was painful. (Have I mentioned how cold it gets up here in Minnesota?) When I landed on the other side I wasn't going back. I took a few shots which didn't work because I couldn't get back far enough, there was only one open track between the parked trains. So I started backtracking along the empty rail. As I walked, I looked up the track and saw in the distance another train coming. I thought I might get a good engine shot, but I was now on the wrong side of the parked train — there were six empty rail lines on the other side of the parked train and I was sure it was going to pass over there, but I wasn't going over the parked train again. So I kept walking. Turns out I wasn't going to miss that train. As I walked, I realized that that train was on the same line I was on. The parked trains on both sides of me were really long. It was 15 cars to the end between me and the oncoming train and much longer the other way. I started running. I ran and ran, counting the cars to the end as I went. It's hard to run on frozen gravel. Eleven cars to go, ten... Then the engineer started blasting the horn at me. Six cars, five... It became clear that I wasn't going to make it. Now, if you haven't spent much time in rail yards, and based on my lonely experiences there, not many of you have, the rail lines are really really close together. I decided that I had to do something, and climbing wasn't a good idea, I could fall into the path of the oncoming train. So I jammed myself up against a hitch between the parked cars. Again, not safe, but better than standing in front of a moving train. Amidst the blaring horn and the very angry glare of the engineer, the three BNSF EMD 60's rumbled by and I could reach out and touch them. There was about eight inches between the trains. Time moves slowly when you are caught between trains. Suffice to say I made it out alive and it was a nice walk back to the Jeep. The birds were singing, the snow had a lovely crunch to it, and now I had another rule to live by: don't walk on single rails between parked trains. Oh, another disclaimer, my friend Larry has since told me that in this post-9/11 world, walking on railroad property is a really bad idea. It seems that the good old days of railroad bulls beating hobos aren't gone forever. So if my story has a romantic appeal to to you, stay out of rail yards and seek immediate help of a psychological nature.

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Finding a Path Through the Woods

A series that I have been contemplating is called "Finding A Path." There is something inviting about a path in the woods and I have a few pictures so far. This composition caught my eye because of the clear horizontal color bands and the strong heavy verticals of the trunks. The bases of the trees provide the right edge of the path and are very pleasingly symmetrical. Another project of mine that has reached a new mile marker is "Those Darn Squirrels." I'll write more about them soon, but for those of you who know about them, the fall series of greeting cards is printed and order forms have been sent out to most of the stores on my list. I need to rebuild the website for them before I write more. They are a lesson in persistence. I took the pictures that the cards are based on a long time ago, but the effort and creativity to find a purpose and complete it has been overwhelming. Finding your own way on a business venture is like walking through the woods without a path. Sometimes I think that I am bushwhacking my way along, unaware that there is a path going my way, only a few feet to my side. So my advice today is, if you find your trail hard to travel, take a break and find something to climb up on and look around. A conversation with a friend or a little quiet time walking by a lake and asking yourself simple questions might point the way to a path near by.

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Sunday Afternoon in the Park with Debi

A leisurely Sunday walk is a nice way to mark the weekend. My friend Debi and I went to Theodore Wirth Park to enjoy the fall colors and take some pictures. The mighty oaks in this hill-top part of the park provide an autumnal setting for this picture. As I finished trying some classic straight-up-the-trunk shots of the trees, I looked over and Debi was standing in a pool of light, framed by this oak. Sure enough, the best shots just offer themselves up unannounced. There are actually two frames around her, the trees behind her and the big oak reaching its long limb over the whole image and its shadow. Speaking of shadows, it wasn't until I started studying oil painting with Joe Paquet that I started actually seeing shadows. It's amazing how much information about form comes to us from shadows. We automatically know the shape the shadow should be, and then interpret the curvature of the ground from the shape of the shadow. Always a snappy dresser, Debi was wearing a big wool sweater, the kind that seems to say "Yah sure, its cold, but at least I get to wear this fuzzy sweater, ya know." FYI: Though from Iowa, Debi can affect a truly impressive Minnesota accent. We ended our walk strolling through the Eloise Butler Wildflower Sanctuary. It's a nice little spot hidden in the park area. I drove past the sign for years, but only visited for the first time earlier this year. They have a cute little cabin for a visitor center and some nice little trails. But yesterday was the last day of the season, so you'll have to wait until April (yeah, that's six months away). So let the season of fuzzy sweaters, cross country skiing, building snowmen and warming up by the fire while drinking hot cocoa with the little marshmallows in it begin!

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Harmony & Community

This morning's picture is from one of my favorite views of Lake of the Isles. It's called Evergreen Point (things you learn reading the really-local weekly papers). As the first signs of fall colors brush across the island, a unique compositional quality makes an appearance — harmony. The reflected three now-bare trees and the contrail form a harmonious pattern that unifies the image. Like a musical chord, harmonious elements work together in an image. Speaking of music, I'm writing today's post from my favorite morning coffee shop, the Caribou on Lake & 100. Today is their first anniversary and sure enough, they're throwing a party today from 4-6pm. My Sunday-morning baristas Carmen and Rohit inform me that they will have live music (Carmen's daughter and husband), door prizes (including cool plush rainforest frogs), treats, fun for the kids and the best part: the Caribou Mascot! The Lake and Excelsior Caribou had their customer appreciation party a week ago and I got a mug, $4 card and my picture with the Bou! Maybe it's the caffeine talking, but a coffee party is rolicking good fun. I'll be back for the party, but I better take it easy on the caffeine today, I'm already shivering, though that might be the 33° Minnesota morning taking it's toll.

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Daisy Fleabane (Erigeron strigosus)

Behold the humble Daisy Fleabane (Erigeron strigosus). So often you've strode past, never giving this wild flower (weed) a second glance. With the power of on-the-fly macro photography, we can enjoy the infinite precision of the Fibonacci series on the face of this little half-inch wide flower, along with the errant dandelion fluff.

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Hydraulic Truck Crane

Had a visitor in my neighborhood today. I've already professed my fondness for gunpowder, but hydraulic anything is pretty neat too. I spent some time a while back watching a tower crane assembled and I finally get how they add sections to make them taller; but now I have another crane mystery. How do these things work? I know how hydraulics work, but these big telescoping booms make my head itch. I know there's not one big hydraulic ram inside the boom, that won't work. They have to be integrated into the sections somehow. Where are the rams and lines and what do they look like? What's pushing against what? If you know of a good cut-away illustration, please link to it as a comment, I need to know this. I asked the guy working on it and he started explaining hydraulics. After trying to explain my question I felt like I was asking a squirrel about how a tree gets water up from the roots and he keeps showing me the acorns. Besides, I didn't want to pester a guy with ten-pound wrench in his hand working a crane that probably costs $500 and hour. Back to the picture: what did I do here? I centered the subject because I wanted to show the weight of the tackle — you don't get to see this end of a crane much either. By centering an image, it makes it a little jarring, which is bad for nature & people, but it makes sense here. This crane has seen some use. The industrial scuffed-up nature influenced me to give it a "direct positive" look: that's the torqued-out contrast and saturation. I think it reminds me of Legos, so the color processing goes with the giant-toy appeal of the crane. I took it a step further and gave you a larger image than I usually do as well to add to the effect I'm going for. I'm trying to recreate for you the experience I had when I wandered out for my walk and found this massive machine jammed into my narrow little street & hemmed in by trees. I hope you've been inspired to get some serious work done this Friday. Hop up into that big gear and crank — 'cause tomorrow's Saturday!

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Full Moon Over Lake of the Isles

It's the biggest full moon of the year (seriously, it's 14% wider and 30% brighter). Make sure you get out and see the "Hunter's Moon" come up! I managed to get up early this morning and catch it before it went down. No better way to start your day than fumbling with a telephoto lens in the dark on a 38° morning without mittens (true Minnesotans don't wear them 'til it's at least 10°). All lunatic blogger references aside, I was out last night and was amazed at how bright the moon was, so I looked it up and found out why. This morning's picture isn't the best moon shot I've taken, I was using my 70-210 Nikkor that I'm starting to not trust. It's doing some weird stuff that looks like chromatic aberration, but the guy at National Camera said it was a good lens... I guess I'm going to have to spend more, oh well. I might set up the spotting scope tonight and mount the camera on it and try again. Now that the sun is coming up and I'm enjoying my dark roast at Caribou, sanity is sweeping lunacy from my mind and the fruits of clarity suggest otherwise — everyone knows what the moon looks like. We'll go look for some more colorful things to shoot today and get back on track with daylight, after all, there's less and less of it everyday.

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Boom!

I've lived in Minneapolis for a long time, but as usual, it took having someone from out of town to get me to see the sites in my home town. The TFTTF Photography Workshop expedition to Fort Snelling gave me a chance to chill out with some heavy field artillery. No matter how old, boys will be boys and a bag of gunpowder the size of a kitten is a rollicking good time. The deafening blast of the cannon was a true dude delight, but my experience there had an additional geek delight sound added to it. A small contingent of us photographers were gathered together to record the cannon fire and we all had the same idea and technique. We watched the soldier on the left bring the golf-club-sized matchstick down to the back of the gun and when he got close, we all held down the triggers on our DSLRs -- a chorus of 3, 5 and 11(!) frames-per-second cameras clicked away hoping to capture the blast. This weekend is the last of the season for the fort to be open, so I might head back. If you get a chance, the cannon is fired at 1:00pm and 4:00pm. If you don't think that's worth the price of admission, then go check out the old-time cooking at the commander's house and leave the marching field for us boys and our toys...

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Minnesota Autumn Colors

AAAAGH! It's all coming to an end! Just like the fireworks grand finale, the best colors mean the end is near. Stiff wind and crisp air send a biblical shiver down the spine of any good Minnesotan. Remember 35 below? Yep, not far off. It's time for us proud citizens of the most Northern Metropolis to start thinking about snow tires, new car batteries and the high-tech members of the crowd to ponder the lithium batteries in our cameras. Will Mitchster.com survive the winter? If the batteries hold out and I can find my snowshoes. Until then, enjoy the colors, because soon there will be only one.

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Golden Tree

A beautiful crisp fall morning awaited me today as I headed out to Lake of The Isles again for my walk. This elm on the North Branch of the lake was reaching out it's perfectly yellow boughs under the clear blue sky, begging for it's cameo. Something I have discovered is that the colors of leaves are very dependent on their background. Bright red leaves against a gray sky are very bland and unsaturated. Shooting up against the early-morning-dark blue sky (and a little post-processing) brings out the colors. Another way to do this is to find colorful trees against the darkness of a grove or forest. The black area between the leaves. The theory behind this is that colors of the same luminosity lose their impact when placed next to each other. Adding a dark line forces contrast into the colors and making them pop.