Monthly Archives: April 2013
Spires, Ferndale
The thing about being well-informed in advance of your trip is that you know what sorts of things you are likely to encounter and can plan accordingly. That way, you don’t miss the really good stuff.
The thing about being ill-informed in advance of your trip is that when you find the cool stuff, because you think a town’s name has a good ring to it and on the way there you see, from the little highway, a steeple and decide that you might like to have a closer look so you turn off the road and end up spending three hours in a town because it’s got way more than just that one steeple, it makes a vacation day into a Vacation Day.
This was shot on the same day mentioned here. You can guess which kind of informed I was….
Ferndale, California
photographed 7.30.2012
**WARNING** (bonus post)
I don’t want to alarm anyone, but I do feel that I owe my regular readers – who expect me to post shots of old buildings, or skies, or anything but people – a bit of a warning. You might want to take a deep breath…..
Don’t worry. I haven’t been kidnapped. No one has hacked into my blog. I went out of town and… Well, you can see for yourself what happened!
East Randolph Street and North Michigan Avenue
Chicago, Illinois
photographed 4.14.2013
The headlands will protect us
About ten years ago, I had a business trip to a bus factory on the south end of San Francisco Bay; we completed our work a day early, so the bus manufacturer gave us a driver who spent the day touring us around San Francisco and the area. The best thing we saw that day was the Marin Headlands: I always sort of wondered what there was on that side of the bay.
Turns out that people of various affiliations have guarded the bay forever, nearly. The most noticeable relics of these defensive are concrete structures that date from World War II.
On my subsequent trips to the area, I kept a close watch on the sky – and in 2009, a clear day made it worth the drive across the bridge for another visit.
Marin Headlands, California
photographed 3.23.2009
The night shop
I was a speaker on the second day of a two-day conference, which required an overnight stay in this town about 100 miles from home. In the afternoon, I’d discovered a really nice coffee shop – Palace Coffee, for those of you keeping score at home. When I left the coffee shop – in time to make it to the conference’s evening activities – I noticed this little place and thought, “I need to come back here later.”
So I did.
Canyon, Texas
photographed 3.20.2013
One block: Brownfield
It is the county seat, so maybe you’d expect some commerce or something.
But you might be setting yourself up for disappointment.
On the other hand, the area is experiencing a boom from oil drilling in the areas once thought un-drillable, so it will be interesting to see how much of the boom money stays around in towns like Brownfield.
West Main Street
Brownfield, Texas
photographed 7.6.2012
One Day | One Image 