Another winter day comes to an end. We finally have snow here in Minneapolis. It’s been unseasonable warm; strange to be reminded what winter is supposed to look like here.
This father and son duo came chugging across a calm Lake Calhoun on a quiet morning. As I dropped the big lens on them, they passed through the reflection of the Calhoun Beach Club Apartments, giving the image an abstract pattern.
These cars we built in Germany from 1961-65, they didn’t sell as well as the company hoped, but of the 4000 sold, over 700 of them are still in use. Pretty neat little toy, just perfect for the land of 10,000 lakes (actually 11,842). One of my clients, painter Carl Bretzke has one and has painted it; you can see it here along with his other paintings.
I’m guessing there’s a place that serves Moosehead around here somewhere.
Two kayakers with ponytails head out for Lake of the Isles on a warm day in Minneapolis. I’m fascinated by how people on the shore and those in kayaks/canoes don’t really notice each other. When I’m out on the water, I rarely notice the walkers. One of my favorite photos was taken of another kayaker with this same lens: my 600mm catadioptric.
A busy day at the Lagoon between Lake the Isles and Lake Calhoun. The bridge is for the Greenway Bike Trail. They’ve been doing some work on the bridges over the past weeks; it seems that they are widening the trail so they can separate the pedestrians from the bikes. Not a bad idea, it gets crowded up there sometimes.
The Loppet this year was the busiest I’ve ever seen. The luminary sculptures are fascinating points of interest for the wandering crowds. For one night a year, the rather quiet lake is the busiest tourist attraction in town. I love that you can see all the people on their phones either taking pix or tweeting or something. This was shot by the PoleCam!
I really liked this big blue parachute-sized kite. It had these big windsocks that trailed it. When they launched it, the tails snaked around behind it in a wonderfully hypnotic way. Kitefest is held in January on frozen Lake Harriet. This is truly making lemonade out of lemons; this whole city is either lakes or forested parks, it’s really hard to find a place to fly a kite in the summer, but in the winter, it’s all treeless, perfectly level parks. Windy, windy parks.
Are you my Mummy? The wind was almost non-existent and the kites would occasionally float down to the ground. A bad day for kite fliers, but a good day for kids and clever photographers.