|So many greats on one wall!|
|Where Prince played and also filmed Purple Rain|
|The Mississippi River|
|Along one of my long road trips to a doctor's office|
|Food Truck Friday - downtown Minneapolis|
|Pretty colors at the farmer's market|
|The overlook at the Guthrie Theater|
|Lisa checking out Mr. Guthrie|
|View of the Mississippi from the Guthrie|
|Now that would be a tricky fire escape!|
|More roadside photos|
|Blurry eagle (I didn't have a good zoom lens)|
|Sunset on Upper Hay Lake|
|More roadside photo-ops, driving from an appointment in Aitkin, MN|
|These guys were just begging for a photo!|
|Walker Sculpture Garden - Arikidea by Mark di Suvero|
|Ordovician Pore by Tony Crag|
|Hare on Bell on Portland Stone Piers by Barry Flanagan|
|Spoonbridge and Cherry by Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen|
|Molecule by Mark di Suvero|
|Back of Without Words by Judith Shea|
|Front of Without Words by Judith Shea|
|Irene Hixon Whitney Bridge by Siah Armajani; poem by John Ashbery|
And now I cannot remember how I would have had it.
It is not a conduit (confluence?) but a place.
The place, of movement and an order.
The place of old order.
But the tail end of the movement is new.
Driving us to say what we are thinking.
It is so much like a beach after all, where you stand
and think of going no further.
And it is good when you get to no further.
It is like a reason that picks you up and
places you where you always wanted to be.
This far, it is fair to be crossing, to have crossed.
Then there is no promise in the other.
Here it is. Steel and air, a mottled presence,
and lucky for us.
And then it got very cool.