Nestled into the bluff overlooking the Mississippi River lie the remains of a kiln used by the Twin Cities Brick Company from 1894 to the 1970’s. This kiln is usually fenced off to the public, however, over the Thanksgiving weekend someone had torn the fence down. Perfect opportunity! I love how the kiln has become part of the bluff, with bricks intertwining with roots from trees. Directly behind this kiln is a sandstone cave that is now home to bats. There is an eerie feeling at this site and the surrounding caves that exist all along the bluff. Some say they are haunted. I did not see or capture anything other than what I intended to capture, which was this kiln. It did become an iPhone series rather than shooting with my DSLR. As soon as I turned on my Canon, it went blank. None of my settings would work and I couldn’t access my card images from earlier. Battery was charged when I left home, as it always is when I know I’m going to shoot. So…I shot these images with my iPhone. Weird thing is, when I got home the Canon worked just fine. Just another in a long series of unexplained adventures whilst shooting. Maybe I should stick to wildlife.
This is our girl, Bandit. We lovingly call her “simple dog” in reference to a web comic our daughter reads. Bandit is an Australian Cattle Dog/Jack Russell Terrier mix who is almost 7 months old. She is far from simple, in fact, she is too smart for her own good most of the time. For example…our terrier, Wolfie, has a sweater. Being a small dog, he gets cold easily. Bandit was actually jealous when it turned cold and we put Wolfie’s sweater on. She would bark, whine, and try to pull it off of him. So…being the good doggy parents we are, we went out and bought Bandit a sweater. It’s light grey with pink bows and ruffles. We put in on her and she was in heaven…and she didn’t bother Wolfie and his sweater anymore. Go figure. Anyway…the reason Bandit is the subject of my post today is what happened this morning. We woke up to clouds and flurries. The dogs went out and Bandit realized something was falling from the sky. She stood staring up at the sky, confused at what was falling on her head. Once they came inside, she took her usual lookout post on the back of the couch (as in the picture) and proceeded to growl and bark at the flurries. We live in Minnesota. Here’s to hoping she gets used to the white stuff…and soon. If not, it’s going to be a looooong winter. Gotta love my simple dog.
This is my space. It’s where I create. Sometimes it’s masterpieces, sometimes it’s messes. But it’s mine. It may look like a 100 year old attic, but it’s more than that. It has great light through dormer windows that look down onto the street. It has floors that don’t mind a little paint splattered here and there. It’s quiet. Secluded. It’s my studio. It’s my space.