Dust Collection

Went to the top of an old flour mill, now a museum. This is part of a flour dust collection system.

Urban Bike: Yard Art in a Civil Society

I see things from my bicycle I don’t see from a bus or car.  It might be an old guy on his bicycle, stovepipe hat, bushy beard, archaic black clothes, a character from a Dickens novel. Or a bearded guy cycling the Midtown Greenway in a girlie dress.  They seek attention, or inhabit an alternate… Continue reading Urban Bike: Yard Art in a Civil Society

Rust

Walked my bicycle through a rusty landscape. Rusty rails, rusty power poles, rusty vegetation.

Urban Bike: Car-Free Minneapolis Bridges

Irene Hixon Whitney Bridge.  Below me sixteen lanes of traffic roar. I’m standing on the Irene Hixon Whitney Bridge, one of many Minneapolis bridges I cannot cross in a car. The bridge takes me between two parks: Minneapolis Sculpture Garden and Loring Park. Loring Park. In Loring Park, the zig-zag approach to this old bridge tells… Continue reading Urban Bike: Car-Free Minneapolis Bridges