A Dandy Summer Day

Nothing says summer like dandelions. Normally I’m not such a fan. But after waiting so long for summer this year, seeing anything in bloom is rather a thrill. So even though the fish house on Stony Point is a highly popular subject of local photographs, including mine, as I was cycling by I couldn’t resist capturing it surrounded by the brilliant yellow blooms.

Fish house at Stony Point

I’d been taught to look for new and unique angles in my photography class, so I decided to get up close and personal with the dandelions. Lying flat on the grass, nestled into their yellowness I clicked away. Perhaps the resulting image is not all that unique, but the process of capturing it was distinctly satisfying. Stretching out in the sun and peering through the low flowers was the epitome of a summer day. No reason to hurry, no pressing need to move on, I felt as peaceful as the calm water on the other side of the building.

It was that sort of day. Taking advantage of the lack of wind I’d decided to cycle up the Scenic Highway and back again, clinging to the shore, savoring the views and basking in the sunshine. It’s not often that the water is so calm, and the seagulls, birds and mysterious swimming animals seemed to be enjoying it as well. For once I was able to shed my obsession for exercise and cycle for the sheer joy of being out on a beautiful summer day in such idyllic surroundings.

Stony Point shoreline

Even without a “wind off the lake” there were still pockets of Superior-chilled air along the shore. I cycled through a patchwork of warm and cool temperatures. Lake Superior was gently exerting her influence, with reminders of the just how recently the ice retreated from her shorelines.

The spring green color of the newly leafed out trees belied the advanced date in June. The lilacs, apple trees and tulips had suddenly burst into bloom. And for the first time this year it felt like summer. Dandelions and all.

In search of the photo

IMG_1202A while back, my son gently suggested that I change the header picture for my blog.  Apparently, he felt that the outdated scene didn’t really speak to readers as well as a more current seasonal photo would.  I could see his logic, so I’ve since made it a point to update the header with the seasons.  And just to be consistent, I’ve tried to periodically refresh my profile picture as well.IMG_1220

Spring was slow in coming this year, and so was my photo update.  The trees hadn’t leafed out yet, and the scenery around the lake continued to be bleak for so long that I finally dug into some old photos so I could at least retire the one with snow capped rocks.  But that selection didn’t really do much for me, and my to-do list IMG_1214 rotatedincluded finding a replacement.

On a bike ride along the shore this week, I decided to take a detour around Stony Point in search of that photo.  After the interminable wind and heavy clouds of late, it was a pleasure to find calm waters and some sunshine among wispy clouds.  The air still held a chill, but it was IMG_1219peaceful to hear the soft lapping of the water against the rocks and feel some warmth from the sun.  I stopped in several spots for photographs, and ended up with several shots in contention for the header position.  Overachieving is good.  I may need to use some of these runner-up photos in the future.

Dallying through Southern Minnesota

Day 7 - Mantorville to Northfield 47 miles

Day 7 - Mantorville to Northfield 47 miles

We emerged from our tent out into a clear crisp morning. The sun was already warming the chilly air, but not before we noticed the frost on the picnic tables! We stuck to the sunshine as we packed up our sleeping bags and tent, drying them out from the heavy dew as best we could. It felt good to be outside and moving, and we deemed the camping experience a complete success.

Rich packing up camping gear

We knew we had a shorter ride than usual today, due to having altered our route yesterday. And with the change in wind direction, we had a tailwind for a change to help us make good time. So we allowed ourselves a leisurely breakfast at the coffeehouse, which had the added benefit of wireless Internet. That set the pace for our day. With brilliant sunshine, reasonably warm temperatures and quiet local roads, it was easy to enjoy our surroundings and stop for frequent photo sessions. We passed through a number of nice little towns, and the farmland became picturesque once more. I decided to focus on capturing images of Middle America, or America's Breadbasket as Rich likes to call it in honor of his family's farming heritage.

Images of Southern Minnesota farmland
Molly at Hidden Falls

We took a short detour to visit Nerstrand-Big Woods State Park. There the main attraction is the woods, which is the largest remaining portion of the hardwood forest that once covered Central Minnesota. A short hike took us to Hidden Falls, which was both pretty and peaceful. We were sure we could see a secondary falls under the main flow, probably from water seeping through the limestone. Spring was in full force and the woods were filled with new blooming wildflowers. It was a nice respite from our cycling.

Randy and Rich

While Rich stopped for a snack in Nerstrand, I ventured down the street to take a few photos. Imagine my surprise when a motorcycle stopped alongside me, and its rider asked where to find Rich! Who the heck could that be? It turned out to be Randy, our host for the evening. We were staying in another Warm Showers home, and knowing our route, Randy decided to swing by and see how we were getting along. We shared a good laugh over that, got advice on the best roads to take, and Rich happily handed over a sleeping bag and tent for Randy to transport. Being a purist – for whatever silly reasons – I held out and continued to schlep my gear.

It was an easy peddle up to Northfield, where we quickly settled into comfortable accommodations with Randy and his wife, Lois. Admittedly, after camping the shower was especially welcome. Although Northfield is a nice town with plenty to explore, the idea of having time to relax proved to be a greater draw. We enjoyed a good meal and sharing stories with our hosts, and were happy to continue dallying right on into the evening.

 

Up with the sun

Actually, I was up before the sun.  I had to be – I wanted to capture the sunrise.

Yup, you guessed it, I’m practicing my new photography skills.  And what better subject than a sunrise over Lake Superior.  The forecast was for a mostly clear morning, so I roused myself in the early hours of the day.  I could see the first pinkish red hues in the sky as I hustled down to Brighton Beach, wishing I hadn’t lingered for a few extra moments in bed.

I arrived to find a few clouds in the sky – perfect for reflecting the sun’s rays.  And thankfully the sun was still far enough below the horizon to allow me to set up my camera.  Soon it all began happening so quickly, I had little time to think about all the camera settings and different adjustments I should be testing.  It was all I could do to capture the rising sun and its brilliant colors.

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IMG_0806IMG_0813Enter sea gulls.  They were flying everywhere, in and out of my pictures, and I quickly realized that I wanted them IN!  But they weren’t exactly cooperative.  And I wasn’t always fast enough on the trigger.  So I ended up with a lot of pictures just after they flew out of my viewfinder.  Oh well, RAM is cheap as they say, so I just kept snapping away.  Thank heavens we are not using film any more.  But the one I did get with the gull over the clouds is my personal favorite.

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There was something magical about being out there in the crisp morning air, with no one else around.  The placid water had a calming effect, and the sun’s growing warmth was very welcome.  What a wonderful way to start the day.  I was no longer practicing photography.  I was enjoying nature and the outdoors.  It was well worth getting up before the sun.

From Crafts to Photography

For some time now, I’ve been thinking of taking a photography class.  But that’s as far as I’d gotten on the idea.  Until I went to the Nice Girls of the North Marketplace. There I saw a flyer for a photography class, on the table where I was admiring beautiful photos that were being sold on greeting cards.  That spurred me into action, and a few weeks later I gathered with a small group of students in a photographer’s studio for class.  What a find!  We had three professional photographers to seven students, and six weeks in which to absorb all the skills they so enthusiastically shared.

After two weeks of lecture, and trying to absorb massive amounts of information about using our cameras, we had our first field session.  Gathering at Lester River, we set up our tripods and were given assignments – setting up the scene, getting the lighting right, framing the picture and other basics of photography.  The hands-on experience was invaluable, particularly paired with close oversight from our cadre of instructors.  In fact, the woman photographer from the craft fair came to assist as well, and became my personal mentor for the evening.

With her help, I moved down river and IMG_0771worked on capturing the moving water.  First we focused on stopping the action of the water. While the photo itself may not be all that interesting, I was extremely pleased to see the splashing water drops caught in mid-air.  After many shots,  camera adjustments and gentle tutoring, I finally got it.

IMG_0797The next assignment was to blur the water.  I enjoyed that even more.  The camera settings actually began to make sense as I manipulated them time after time and could see the resulting effect.  And I ultimately achieved the milky whiteness I was after.

Who knew there were so many techniques to explore in photography?  And I’m only just starting.  I’m so glad I decided to go to that craft market.

Shooting The Deeps

Timing is everything.  We had just returned home from a trip to the Cities, and before we even finished unpacking we decided to go over to The Deeps on Amity Creek.  We could hear the roar of the water rushing over the falls and rapids due to the spring run-off, and wanted to see it for ourselves.  So we grabbed our cameras and headed over to the creek.

As we got to the end of our driveway, several vehicles passed us carrying multiple kayaks each.  Since the road is closed just above the first bridge of Seven Bridges Road, it could only mean one thing – they were going to kayak on the creek at The Deeps.  Really?  Are they actually planning to go over the falls?  Amazing!  Our pace quickened and we hastened over to the falls.  We passed a number of kayakers walking down from the parking lot. They were checking out the lay of the creek and the volume of the water before committing to kayaking on it.  But in short order, they’d made their decision and were unpacking their gear.  Wow – we couldn’t wait to witness this spectacle!

Sure enough, one at a time they put in just above the footbridge by The Deeps.  They knew what they were doing, sporting helmets and other protective gear, and there were spotters positioned all along the route for safety purposes.  Still, you could never have talked us into doing it!  Shortly after scooting the kayak into the water, they were paddling through the rushing water and heading for the bridge.  They expertly navigated through the boulder-strewn waters and then whoosh!  Over the falls they went!

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We each positioned ourselves at spots across from the falls where we tried taking pictures – a tricky proposition in itself.  (Yet nothing in comparison to what those kayakers were doing!)  But eventually the desire to see the action up close drew both Rich and me back to the bridge where we could see it all take place from beginning to heart-stopping end.

IMG_0690After a number of guys had gone down, one of the women worked up her courage and followed suit.  She’s the one in the blue kayak with an orange jacket.  After successfully making it to the bottom, her kayak flipped, and it took several tries to right it.  I just couldn’t imagine being submerged in those icy waters.  Her finish drew cheers from all her IMG_0693comrades, particularly the other women.

Rich took videos of the action. Here is the best one: Kayaking Video

What a thrill to watch!  It was such a surprise adventure.  We had no idea when we set out to shoot pictures of the falls that it was kayakers who would be doing the shooting at The Deeps.

7 Bridges (or more) Road

IMG_0377You learn something every day.  And I learned quite a lot today!  It all started when I went out with my camera, taking advantage of the mild afternoon to practice taking photos.  We live just across from Amity Creek at the start of Seven Bridges Road.  I thought I’d follow the water upstream hoping to find some scenic wintry shots of ice and snow.  Rich recommended walking upstream – literally, on the ice.  But the gurgling sounds and tinkling melodies of flowing water under the ice made me feel queasy about that approach, so instead I chose to walk the road and periodically followed the deer tracks down to the creek’s banks.  As it turned out, the creek offered limited photo opps, so I turned my attention to the road and bridges.

IMG_0409Seven Bridges Road is a treasure.  I grew up taking family drives there, marveling that this winding, steep tree-lined road following Amity Creek could lie within the city of Duluth.   As its name implies, the road crosses the creek seven times in its short 1.5 miles.  Or so I thought.  Lesson number one for the day.  Since moving here, I have become intimately acquainted with this road, frequently running, cycling or walking up to its top and beyond.  So I know that there are in fact eight bridges.  But I always thought the bridge at the top of the road was the “extra” as it appears to be around the bend and on the start of Skyline Parkway, and therefore didn’t count.  Today I learned differently!  In fact, it is the legitimate seventh bridge, and the one at the bottom, just beyond our house is the imposter.  It was not built with the original bridges, but came many years later as part of Lester Park.

That leads to lesson two.  I was always under the impression that the marvelous stone bridges were built by the Works Progress Administration (WPA), but as it turns out, the bridges predated that project by two decades.  Samuel Snively built the original road and wooden bridges in 1899-1900, and it was he who engineered the route that continually criss-crosses Amity Creek.  But without proper maintenance it all deteriorated within ten years.  The road was handed over to the Duluth Park Commission in 1910, which turned out to be good news.  According to the History of Seven Bridges Road,  “During 1911, the roadway was regraded and graveled, and several first class stonemasons from the Duluth area were hired to build the bridges simultaneously.  Each bridge had a concrete and reinforcement bar arch structure, and was artistically faced wtih native basalt and bluestone rock collected from the creek bed or blasted from nearby outcrops.  The cap rocks consist of pink opal granite quarried in St. Cloud, Minnesota.”  Nine stone-arch bridges were built that year.

Nine?  Yes, there are two more bridges above what I thought was the top of the road.  Following what is now a hiking and snowmobile trail, sure enough I found them.  Lesson three.  These bridges apparently fell into disuse by automobiles in the 1930’s when the road was extended to Hawk Ridge.

And that rogue first bridge?  It was built in 1928, to replace an earlier bridge which connected carriage paths on either side of Lester Park.  It was only a poor replica of the other bridges, lacking much of their finer detail.

Just over a century after Snively first started his road and bridges, a restoration project was begun on the bridges.  From 1996-2007 each of the eight bridges was restored to its original condition – that included the Lester Park Bridge, which is now identical in construction to the seven others.

I may not have advanced my photography skills today, but I did learn what a wonderful heritage we have, right outside our doorstep.

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Lester Park Bridge

First Bridge

Second Bridge

Third Bridge

Fourth Bridge

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Fifth Bridge – most expensive to build

Sixth Bridge

Seventh Bridge – least expensive

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Eighth Bridge – trail bridge

Ninth Bridge – trail bridge

 

Photography 101

Who knew that starting a blog would lead to another new interest?  I enjoy illustrating my blog posts with pictures, but my little point and shoot camera has limited capabilities.  So when the marketing gods wooed my husband into upgrading his fancy camera to the next new model, I gladly inherited his old one.  It seemed a prudent way to test the reality of my yearnings.  Would I really invest the time to learn how to use it properly?  Would it be worth lugging around instead of the small lump that so easily fits in my pocket?  Only time will tell.

I have a million pictures of Christmas Day, when it seemed justified to keep shooting photos with my new toy.  I took it to Bentleyville, the huge Christmas light display, and was quite pleased with the way I was able to capture the lights in the dark.

I ventured out at sunset the other night to capture the beautiful colors and enjoyed discovering the long shadows the sun cast across the snow.

And today I headed down to Canal Park where the lighthouses provided a stark white contrast to the deep blue of Lake Superior.  I deemed one picture good enough to grace the top of my blog pages, providing a new wintery theme.  I even tried getting a bit artsy with my shots.  Perhaps I still need a bit of practice on that front.

So far so good.  And I haven’t even ventured off “Auto” mode yet.