Wabash Trace, Mineola, Iowa. There is nothing like a cold, frosty morning in Iowa. For the procrastinators out there, our dining room has become a temporary gallery for last-minute Christmas gifts. Email me if you’re interested in stopping by to browse through the big selection of prints I have on hand. An added bonus is that you’ll see a 30X60 print of my favorite local photo, which I’ve never shared (nor will ever share) online.
Lake Manawa. Boy Scout Island (this is another in the BSI series I’ve been working on for a few years now). This photo is from a few mornings ago, before the lake ice began to melt in earnest. I love winter, but I’m glad to see signs of spring.
The twinkling cityscape of downtown Omaha as admired from Tom Hanafan River's Edge Park in Council Bluffs. If you haven’t witnessed this view from the comparative silence of the CB riverfront recently, you should. On a cold winter’s night, the only sound is from the ice discs floating down the Missouri River from the Great Cold North, creating an eerie chatter as they spin into each other en route to warmer places. I know I’m in the minority here, but I’m not looking forward to the day when the quiet sandy banks on the Iowa side are replaced by condominiums and shopping centers. Late last year, news stories started emerging, reporting the Urban Land Institute’s vision of transforming the area into one of “dense urban living for young professionals,” which sounds repulsive to me. Here’s one vote for leaving the Iowa riverfront wild and green.