Ice on the Missouri River at sunrise. This was taken on a recent cloudless subzero morning as the sun rose behind the opposite shore, instantly illuminating every whorl and puff of steam issuing from the river. It was one of those serene moments when the spinning ice discs make enough chatter to drown out the distant sounds of Monday-morning traffic.
A windmill along Woodland Trail in Council Bluffs. Know anything about those old farm implements on the right, along the fence? To me, they look like they might be old tractor seats, but what would a city boy know?
The Bob Kerrey Pedestrian Bridge as viewed from the Council Bluffs riverfront. As unlikely as it may seem, the sandy shore near River’s Edge Park is one of the most peaceful places I know of anywhere in the city, despite its close proximity to both downtown Omaha and the I-480 Bridge. This is especially true during winter, when the area is all but deserted. Treasure the open access to this place while you can, because these quiet sandy banks may eventually be replaced by condominiums and shopping centers. Over the past few years, news stories have reported 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 a vote for leaving the Iowa riverfront wild and green.
Second Fridays happens on January 8th, the first of 2016. I’ll be in the first-floor lobby, as usual. Come on down and say hi.
A frosty morning along the Council Bluffs side of the Missouri River. Those rusty supports are vestiges of the Ak-Sar-Ben Bridge (formerly known as the Douglas Street Bridge), which was replaced by the I-480 bridge in 1966. I’ll be showing prints of my local landscape photography this Friday as part of Second Fridays (Park Building in Council Bluffs, 500 Willow Ave, 6-9 pm). Stop down, say hi, and leave with a unique print of home for someone on your Christmas list.
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.
This angle of the pedestrian bridge requires a hike over a frozen stream near the river. I have an illogical fear of walking on any frozen body of water, so I'm amazed I made the leap.
Here is another recent winter photograph, taken just outside Boyer Chute National Wildlife Refuge, near Fort Calhoun, Nebraska. My good and talented photographer friend Ben Coffman had been visiting that week, and we made the most of our limited shooting time together, first with some night photography under the Mormon Bridge and then with some early-morning photography the next day.
While browsing through my photos this morning, I noticed a staggering figure. I have 1082 photographs that were taken at Lake Manawa in 2012, not including the ones I've deleted for various reasons. This image is the very last of the bunch, taken just before sunrise on December 30, 2012--an extremely cold morning. It was the kind of peaceful morning in which even the early risers of the world stayed home to keep warm, giving me the whole lake to myself.