Well, I never! On my walk today, I stumbled upon the Washington Monument right here in Minneapolis. I can’t recall if I knew about it before, but re-rediscovering things is a delightful perk of aging. I had to contort myself to take this picture then managed to return to an upright position.
Category: Twin Cities
Industrial Grit to Urban Chic
On a walk through the Minneapolis North Loop with friends, paused to take in this hotel/retail project. The building on the right had become dilapidated, but is being brought back to life. The old white building sandwiched between new construction was moved to this location.
Almost Home
Cycled home from the university hospital as the sun was setting after a day dominated by medical appointments. Grateful there are new options when I’ll need them. Home is just beyond the end of this tunnel.
Making Sense of Rail Car Markings
Walked between lines of rail cars parked across the river from our home. The hopper cars on the left usually carry tiny plastic pellets. “Hot 3257” hazmat placards on the insulated tanker cars on the right warn that the contents are hot and molten, probably asphalt.
Possibilities
On my walk, former industrial land awaits a new purpose. To the right, a railroad embankment abruptly ends at a stone buttress that once supported a bridge. Behind me, many of the warehouses in the Minneapolis North Loop have been converted into condos and apartments, creating a vibrant neighborhood.
Inevitable Photo Opportunity
My morning walk included Stone Arch Bridge, so of course I took a picture.
Duality at the Depot
Walked between hardscape and softscape, passing the former 1899 Milwaukee Road Depot, now a hotel event space.
Cloudy with a Chance of Theater
Woke up to cloud-capped towers of Downtown. In the foreground, Gold Medal Park is putting on a fall display. Beyond the park, the Logitech-blue Guthrie awaits, where this evening we’ll take in “For the People,” written by local Native playwrights about the local Native community.
Train Tracks and River Trails
Cycling with a friend visiting from England, we followed the Mississippi north to Interstate 694, crossed the river, and returned to Minneapolis, lingering at BNSF Northtown Yard to be entertained by the constant train traffic and hissing air brakes.
Fleeting Beauty
On Sunday mornings we walk the same route, up one side of the Mississippi and down the other, about five miles. Each walk is never exactly the same. Today turning leaves, iridescent with tiny drops of dew, caught our attention.