Another incredible sunrise at Lake Manawa State Park, Council Bluffs, Iowa. I simply cannot get enough of this place.
Bayliss Park is hauntingly beautiful in the predawn fog. The fountain, the plaza, the performance space and canopy, they all complement each other amazingly well. The black squirrels, the splash area, the Veterans plaza, the meandering brick path, Music in the Park, Art in the Park, and, my goodness, all those amazing trees! What a great place. A grand vision executed with class and grace. Yet another beautiful part of Council Bluffs.
Lake Manawa State Park, Council Bluffs, Iowa. Lately, I’ve begun dreaming of the day when the first spot that comes to mind on a cold, foggy, windless morning isn’t the shore west of Boy Scout Island, where I’ve greeted countless sunrises since 2011. I can’t decide if my obsession with this place represents some type of photographic rut or if the near-daily visit to this spot serves as a ritual renewal of sorts, a desire to begin the day immersed in some semblance of nature. Either way, it’s one of my favorite places on earth, and even more so on a still, crisp morning, when the water is glass, making the lake and Boy Scout Island exactly twice as beautiful.
Lake Manawa, Council Bluffs, Iowa. Locals will know instantly exactly where this was taken. I’m so glad the rain has finally stopped. Happy May!
Lake Manawa, Boy Scout Island, Council Bluffs, Iowa. This was taken a few mornings ago, when the air was crisp and the water was incredibly still. Just a reminder that Art at the Rock is two weeks away. I’ll have many big prints and new work. Bring your friends. Here's the official Facebook invite.
Bayliss Park, Council Bluffs, Iowa. What do you think about the Christmas lights in Bayliss this year? I think they’re a huge improvement over last year. Kind of sparse, but classy. 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. These crisp fall mornings are fantastic, aren’t they? Yesterday morning was overcast but nearly windless here in Council Bluffs, so I was hoping for at least a few minutes of sunrise color behind the mirrored surface of Lake Manawa. Around the time I was starting to give up hope, a deep red glow suddenly spilled from the horizon, scraping across the underside of the steely blue clouds. What an amazing sight! And within a minute, it was all gone. I felt lucky to have seen it, let alone capture it. Here’s to fall in the Midwest! This is another in a Boy Scout Island series I've been working on for years now.
Lake Manawa. Whenever I hear people talk about Lake Manawa like it’s some filthy fetid swamp, I want to invite them to join me to watch the sun rise behind Boy Scout Island. I’ll never get tired of this view. With that said, what do you think about Lake Manawa?
Boy Scout Island, Lake Manawa. Remember when it was still fall 24 hours ago? This was taken a few weeks back when most of the leaves were still hanging on and the fall colors were vibrant. It’s also printed on one of the Boy Scout Island notecards I told you about in my notecard giveaway Facebook post.
Lake Manawa, yesterday morning. The road around the lake has some great trees, and I've spent countless hours photographing them, especially on cold, still mornings when the mist is rising. Happy Autumn, everybody!
Here's another in my Boy Scout Island series. It was taken this morning. I originally began this series of photographs to document the island (some would insist that it should now be called Boy Scout Peninsula) in all seasons and in various weather conditions, but now I go back again and again mostly because it's the most peaceful spot I know of to greet the rising sun.
A family of geese swim past the northernmost tree on Boy Scout Island, Lake Manawa.
This is the latest installment from my Boy Scout Island series (Lake Manawa State Park, Council Bluffs, Iowa).
On Saturday morning, I headed down to Gene Leahy Mall in downtown Omaha at sunrise to take some pictures of the flowering trees. I had not realized that it was the morning of Berkshire Hathaway’s 2014 Shareholder Meeting, and I was surprised by a traffic jam of attendees. Very unexpected at 6:00 AM on a Saturday. Other than that, it was a beautiful and still sunrise on the mall, and this was the view of the skyline from the park. It's more postcardy than scenes I typically photograph, but I'm a sucker for a vivid reflection in still water.
Here's another installation in my Boy Scout Island series. Lake Manawa State Park, Council Bluffs, Iowa.
Just a quick image for your morning's reflection. I listened to President Obama's speech yesterday. He made a stop at Bayliss Park here in Council Bluffs, Iowa. The park is close enough to my house that I could hear his voice and the crowd cheering through my open office window. I followed live televised coverage of the speech on C-SPAN while I worked, with the window open. As I listened to the sounds of our city, and of the president speaking, I couldn't help but think of Walt Whitman's poem I Hear America Singing.
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear, Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong, The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work, The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck, The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands, The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown, The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing, Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else, The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly, Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
Here is another photograph of magical Monarch Lake, whose surface was strikingly still on the morning of our first visit. When we first got there, not long after sunrise, Teri, Gavin, and I had the lake all to ourselves. That's the great thing about early mornings; most people have a deep aversion not only to waking up early, but also to getting up and at 'em at that hour. Accordingly, it is my favorite time of the day for photography.
I reintroduced myself to Bear Lake a few weeks ago after a brief falling-out in 2010. I realize now that it was me, not her. I smartened up this time and approached her with fresh eyes. I'm guessing that next time will be even better.