Urban Island

Cycled past old homes on Nicollet Island, in the Mississippi, not far from the towers of downtown Minneapolis.

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.