West Seventh Freelance
Photography, seeking, writing…and learning along the way. Want to come along?!
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Yes Bagheera, April snow…
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Today I closed the door (literally) on the year of the ‘studio experiment’. After a final look around and placing the keys in an obvious spot, it was time to move on.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/25/prompt-moments-to-remember/
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Curious? Well, it has to do with my connection to ‘expat blogger’, who writes Oh My God My Wife is German. In a recent post he wrote about visiting the Portland, OR kitchen store, Kitchen Kaboodle (http://ohgodmywifeisgerman.com/2014/03/10/my-german-wifes-first-encounter-with-kitchen-kaboodle-in-portland-oregon/). I checked out the website and saw this cool tool for avocados (and ordered one- the rest of the story follows the photos):
Expat and I ended up chatting about Kitchen Kaboodle and I shared the story about slicing my middle finger on a steak knife while pitting an avocado a few years back. So the way I see it, informative blogging and sharing may prevent unnecessary trips the the emergency department for stitches!
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Those who follow my blog know I was invested in the fate of the Island Station structure in St. Paul. Today, I reflect on that passage with a camera photo I took today that I am calling “All That Remains”. The second picture is from the Fall photo shoot.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/21/weekly-photo-challenge-reflections/
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I worked or spent time on the University of MN campus- Twin Cities- for a total of twenty years. Today, meeting friends for lunch, I didn’t recognize the main street that intersects the campus. Washington Avenue now sports a completed light-rail system and new student housing and other construction. Thank goodness The Big 10 Restaurant & Bar and The Village Wok are still there, side-by-side, like old friends!
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Continuing my commemoration of Island Station with this weeks’ photo challenge:
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/14/weekly-photo-challenge-inside-2/
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Even as I write this, Island Station Power Plant, built in the 1920’s and the scene of my Fall photo-shoot and escapade, is being torn down. The city of St. Paul, its council deadlocked on preservation, ended up selling the plant to a developer. The grand dame on the river, home to all manner of folks- including artists- will soon be a ghost. My “if I had a few million, I would create a new art colony” fantasy is truly just that.
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