Double D shoveling the snow outside the 331

Those Canada geese that lacked the sense

to fly south don't have much open water left.

The scrappy cottonwood of the urban river

That's the Minneapolis skyline in the background, in case you didn't know.

There are a lot of things I like less

than the experience of walking on a condemned bridge on a beautiful winter day.

Clearing a skating rink on the river

That's what John was up to this cold morning.

It was quiet in Marietta the other day

I think it's usually quiet there.

A regal outpost on the outskirts of Montevideo

Morning sun, casting long shadows on the frozen Mississippi

And here is the haul

from the aforementioned run to the food shelf. I know it looks like a lot but PLP's take was nothing compared to the old Russian lady we saw digging into Pastor Paul's eggnog supply. She must have made off with 40 quarts of the stuff.

North side

I shot this image while giving a pal a ride to Pastor Paul's food shelf.

South side

So Rob took a break from the unending basement remodeling project at his increasingly swank south Minneapolis abode. After stepping outside and sampling the winter weather, he mused on the subject of the Arizona vacation he canceled to pay for the new bathtub.

Brrrr

December ice on the Mississippi

Oh no

It was ten degrees this morning and the Mississippi River skimmed over with ice. Winter is here.

Grain elevators and train, southeast Minneapolis

Scrapper Joe

On a cold November afternoon, he cuts up an industrial dust collector with a propane torch.

Failure to hatch

I stumbled across this lone goose egg while exploring the dredge spoils island near the Riverside power plant.

Big suburban buck

I spotted this ten-point whitetail while driving along Stone Road, underneath the 494 overpass, in Minnetonka.

From the archives: Dead whitetail at Deep Water Point

From the archives: Pike Bay Channel in May

Sundown over the Mississippi

That's Aggregate Industries, a sand and gravel concern in north Minneapolis.

Views from and of a condemned bridge

For several years, I've felt the Lowry Avenue Bridge is the handsomest of any crossing on the Mississippi in Minneapolis, with the possible exception of the B-N railroad bridge.

Public art

Corner of 33rd and Bloomington, south Minneapolis

Burning Hot Rocks

I had two sleeves for the album Hot Rocks, but one lacked vinyl. As part of a generally futile anti-clutter initiative, I incinerated the extraneous copy.

Ruins at the Port of Minneapolis

Shot on a snowy November morning.

Lowry Bridge, northeast Minneapolis

In 1975, under this now-condemned bridge, Terry Fussy caught a 38 pound channel catfish, which remains the state record.

A fine city garden

I came across this lovely spectacle while exploring a secret wonderland tucked away in an industrial wasteland in southeast Minneapolis

The juror

She was walking home from the Hennepin County courthouse after a three day civil trial involving vomit, a hernia and McDonalds.

Skulking around under the Burlington Northern Bridge

The piers on the north Minneapolis side of the river are a much used canvas among the spray paint crowd.

The New Elite?

Corner store on Grand Avenue in south Minneapolis

There was an explosion at Graco on October 29

An ugly black plume wafted over northeast Minneapolis.

What was in that smoke? It had a nasty and seemingly toxic odor.

Nary a word about the incident in the local press, at least that I could find.