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In the departure lounge
I’ve mentioned previously how I can fill up time at an airport by taking pictures. And, here I was again, in Omaha, waiting on my flight…
Eppley Field
Omaha, Nebraska
photographed 9.1.2018
Fountains in low light
I like to read reviews on Yelp, but only bad reviews. I like to see what sorts of things people find to complain about. It’s just astonishing the things people think matter*. One of the reviews of this place, the Gene Leahy Mall, said “…we misunderstood this to be a shopping mall and kept looking for one until I realized that it was a park.” So, um, yeah: it’s a mall in the same way that the National Mall in D.C. is a mall.
This mall had some very nice water features, especially when the light was getting slanty in the afternoon.
Gene Leahy Mall
Omaha, Nebraska
photographed 8.30.2018
*Sometimes, though, things ARE worth complaining about.**
**When I had a career in public transit, a woman called to complain on her bus operator. She reported, “He said ‘good morning’ to me, but he didn’t mean it.” That’s an example of a very funny complaint but one that’s not even worth the time to phone in and report.
Bob the Bridge
When I was first planning a trip to Omaha, I Googled “things to see Omaha” and the first hit was…a pedestrian bridge. I’m not going to lie – that made me rethink our travel plans. But then, I realized it’s not just any pedestrian bridge – it’s a pedestrian bridge that’s over 3,000 feet long and that crosses the Missouri River and that spans two states.
And when we got there (because how could I resist that kind of an attraction?), we discovered that the bridge has adopted a persona, sort of a wise-ass one, called Bob.
Check out what ol’ Bob has to say about being 0.9 of a marathon long. You’ll see what I mean about the wise-ass persona…
(Also, on a slightly more relevant note for a photography blog, this is a shot from the Iowa side, looking toward downtown Omaha.)
Bob Kerrey Pedestrian Bridge
Council Bluffs, Iowa
photographed 8.31.2018
Sweet corn
“Did you bring back any corn?” – frequent question you get right after a late-summer visit to Nebraska.
Exeter, Nebraska
photographed 8.29.2018
Spoon and knife
We found a place for lunch by using that time-tested technique of looking to see what cafe had the highest number of pickups parked in front of it.
I ordered a burger, and the waitress said, “Now, it comes with pickles unless you don’t want pickles. Then we’ll leave them off.” I agreed to pickles, but didn’t realize until lunch arrived that she meant it came with ONLY pickles: a minimalist burger. We were on the end of the lunch rush – by the time the 1:00 siren sounded* everyone but us had left to head back to work.
Here’s a couple of other images from the place, which I shot with my phone:
Exeter, Nebraska
photographed 8.29.2018
*No kidding. There really was a 1:00 siren, which of course inferred that there was noon siren as well.
