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I am marking this day and the tragedy that was inflicted on the United States with a few moments of silence in remembrance of the lives lost. The world changed, people became more fearful and security levels were raised to new heights to protect everyone.
But the world moved on and this September brings lower temperatures and thoughts of fall colors soon to appear.
The new photos on the New Releases page reflect a time when it was nearly too hot to be outside.
Two of them, Buffalo Taking a steam and Two Rivers are among my favorites and were taken while my wife and I were on a trip out west last year. The sound of water rushing under the bridge was loud enough to keep most of the campers on the island awake at night.
The day we visited Thumper Pond, a resort in central Minnesota where a wedding was taking place outside and people were following social distancing guidelines we sat comfortably inside where the air conditioning was cranked down to temperatures like those in Alaska.
The world has changed and may never be the way we remember it except in these photographs and those I plan to take this fall when the colors change, and frost clings to the trees.
During the next two weeks I will be outside taking pictures all around Wisconsin to share here.
Check back often to see them on the New Releases page.
My wife and I wondered the back roads west of Madison Wisconsin and came upon this old mill with a wooden waterwheel nestled against a pond. This was one of those times when being in the right place at the right time gave me the opportunity to take a photo I wasn’t expecting.
We stayed awhile and enjoyed the sound of water flowing over the dam and the birds chirping in the trees. When we returned to the car I looked for more information and found that it is called Hyde’s Mill and it was built in the 1850’s.
I wonder who owned it then and made a living from grinding corn and wheat. What ever happened to them?
Reluctantly we had to move on and I didn’t see any graveyards nearby to pursue the story of the people that once lived there.
Hyde’s Mill will always be in my memory and just having the photo may be enough to remember those people from long gone or make me go back.
West of Milwaukee there is a road called the Kettle Moraine Trail. It winds along rustic roads where houses are far apart and passes by state parks where children build sandcastles on the beach around small lakes.
I took this photo near Ottawa State Park as the sun moved lower. It was only by chance that I entered the area and as I drove through the parking lot I saw the potential for a photo of the sun striking the trees. I put my camera on a tripod and moved it many times as I tracked the sun as it moved lower in the sky over the next hour. I was rewarded with this photograph as the sun flared between the branches and lit the grass.
There is a trail leading into the woods where I am sure there are more great views along with mosquitoes waiting to devour unprotected hikers.
The Kettle Moraine trail runs from near Mukwonago all the way North to Sheboygan. It is worth the time it takes to see nature up close, and visit many of the state parks on the East side of Wisconsin without walking very far.
I spent last week in the Lake of the Ozarks area of Missiouri at a Bed and Breakfast I had stayed at four years ago. The place hadn’t changed and the the view from the patio where breakfast is a treat for my taste-buds was delicious.
I took this photograph of a lone fisherman working his way along the point across the bay. He had been working the deep water in the bay before dawn and had moved to shallower water. I mounted my camera on a tripod and waited for him to be successful. Alas, that didn’t happen but I am certain that like me, he enjoyed the peaceful morning.
When my wife woke up we toured the winding roads North and West where I captured a photo of an Old Tractor abandon in the grass and an Old Barn where a single cow appeared in the shadows as well as a Bed-frame Fence.
When I stopped for gas at a rustic station I was surprised. The pump was a thirty-year old Tolkien model reminiscent of the days when I worked at a gas station in Minnesota. It was fully mechanical, had no slot to insert a credit card and the owner trusted people to pay after they were done.
Milwaukee Wisconsin is my home. The lakefront is where I go early in the morning to enjoy the sunrise while sipping a cup of coffee. On the morning I took this photo there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. While I waited for the sun to spread across the lawn I thought about how the Corona virus has changed the way we live. Children flying kites here in the park where the wind is constant as it sweeps in from Lake Michigan, stay further apart and many people wear masks to protect themselves. Large groups of people no longer gather to spend the day together.
Picnic tables are still stacked like they were all winter, stored in place and unused. People flood the streets protesting for equality and justice. Still, here at the lakefront on this morning everything seemed as it once was and may never be again.
The sun lit the grass as it always has and when it struck the windows of the buildings and made them look like they were on fire I opened the shutter for less than a second and captured the photograph I had anticipated.
Then I finished my coffee and returned home where I stay away from my neighbors to keep safe and wait for better days.