A second version of yesterday’s photo that I actually like better.
"Train I ride is sixteen coaches long
Train I ri-i-i-ii-i-i-ide
Is sixteen coaches long…”
Unless, of course, it is dead and sitting in a shed at the Minneapolis Port Authority.
This is kind of how it looks coming home at dawn. When I say that it “was only 1 below” I am being unfashionably ironic and it is why I don’t do a lot of shooting from November to April.
Found this at an estate sale, down in the basement… creepy cute, 1.5 inches tall and cost me a quarter.
Been tied to the purse strings of industrial drudgery, but am now back for a short visit. Hopeful that more will be coming soon.
So, I’ve been a little busy. Who hasn’t? Here are a couple from the archives, dusted off and freshened up. First internet appearance as far as I can remember.
Happy re-branded pagan holiday, try not to eat any Christian babies.
Happy St. Pat’s Day from the Leprechaun Eaters Club.
This looked like the only chance I’d get to go outside and shoot the greenery.
This is a safety light set in the steps of the Guthrie flying cantilever. Evidently it wasn’t sealed quite right. I love industrial/architectural accidents, mishaps and ruins.
The reason that Minnesota’s spring and March are so tumultuous is easy to explain. You see, we actually have two Sun Gods. They are micro gods from pocket universes so their powers are way out of line with their apparent sizes. The problem is that like the groundhog or Ameratsu, they both have to come outside to stay. Sadly, they seldom agree. You can see the top god is bracing to face the new season, yet the second god is more into “meh.” and is going back to the cave…this is not illogical if you consider that we live in a state that has BOTH Al Franken and Michelle Bachman.