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Category Archives: Blog
What Am I Doing Here? or What I Am Doing Here
On Tuesday night, I started going to a four day workshop on social media and business. Run by Jennifer Kane and her associate Kary Delaria, this workshop focuses on creating a unified strategy on how to promote awareness of a … Continue reading
Garden #2, Abadania, Brazil 2010
Unlike Minneapolis in the late fall, where only a few flowers continue to bloom, Abadania is alive with color. As I was taking pictures of this flowering vine a large bee flew near me, going from flower to flower. At … Continue reading
Red Road, Brazil, 2010
Fall in Abadania is marked by warm days and dusty red roads that wander amongst the timeless hills. Visit my store for this and other images of Brazil.
Fall Garden, Abadania, Brazil, 2010
My wife and I were in Brazil, staying in the small town of Abadania for a couple of weeks. Our apartment faced onto a beautiful garden and walkway. The window in the front room framed a flowering tree across the … Continue reading
Song of the Cicadas
Chatfield, Minnesota, 08/20/1982 It’s about an hour before sunset, on a hot and humid August evening. An orange sun slowly descends towards the pale smoke blue hills on the west side of the valley. The abandoned rope swing hangs limply … Continue reading