I parked my car at a graveyard. A shambling horde of zombie geese came squaking after me.
Normally when I see someone on a cell phone, I'll skip past taking the picture. Too easy, and never that great. This woman was different.
It was an tense moment that ended in tragedy when Lord king of the seas and longboat extraordinaire Leif Erickson crossed paths with a Mr. Jack Cunningham one cloudy day in May. "What sort of witch's fabric do you have wrapped on your feet which permits the water to bead off like the feathers of […]
Canal Park. Duluth, MN. I took my Mamiya RB67 out for a hand held walkabout during my lunch hour. I'm also feeding my hunger for dutch angle use with film formats larger than 35mm.
Being a tourist in Duluth can be exhausting work. Sometimes a nap is in order.
From my infrared flash outing where I almost got arrested by an overzealous police officer.
One of the stranger places I've come across someone playing guitar out in the street.
One day while I was walking down the street, there was a tear in the fabric of time, and 1991 came flowing out of it. I took this picture.
C'mon kid. Between the fact that you are wearing sneakers and sporting shorts, and that I just saw you separate from your mom as she went into Erbert's and Gerberts, I don't believe you need hand outs. Additional information about this image can be found in the post Aftermath: Reactions By Strangers After Being Photographed.
From the summer 2009 expansion of the Duluth Skywalk system over Lake Avenue.
The first day of spring this year was very much not spring-like.
It is hard to read, but the kid's paper says "Stop Killing Babies." From a anti-abortion rally I came across.
Awesome sign being held by a young spectator at the 2008 Grandma's Marathon. I didn't even notice that it said 'Daddy, did u pee your pants' at the moment I took this photo. I found that out later when I pulled the negatives off of the developing reels.
A sudden rainstorm had blown in. People fled for cover. These fine folks picked a tree while I picked the one next to it.
On this day, this particular alley had a jet of fierce, freezing wind ripping through it like a wind tunnel. The woman in the photo was sheltering herself from the wind, and not trying to hide her face from my camera.
The late Mitch Hedburg once said "I like escalators because an escalator can never break: they can only become stairs. You'll never see an Escalator Temporarily Out Of Order sign, just Escalator Temporarily Stairs. Sorry for the convenience." I feel bad now that I've debunked Mitch. Sorry.
I'm fairly certain there was a cleaner route into this parking lot that didn't include climbing a large hunk of dirty ice, but, they didn't find it. Hand held 4x5 with a Speed Graphic. Aimed & fired the shutter once. Nothing happened. I choked back a curse and quickly cocked the shutter and aimed again. […]
Public beach after hours. The action wasn't on the beach, but about 150 feet out into Lake Superior. Whats a boy with no swimsuit to do? Why, strip down to boxers, rest Speed Graphic on top of his head, say "To hell with you whitecap waves!", wade out and get shooting. Little water never hurt […]
Some people riding the classic carnival ride known as a Tilt-a-whirl.