For several months this gray orb of wood pulp and wasp spit hung perilously over a quiet Minneapolis street. High overhead, I must have passed under it for weeks before noticing. Then one February afternoon, this simple thing was gone, vanished from the Earth--either run over by the brutal weight of a car or taken … Continue reading A Simple Thing

I’m sure anyone reading this has had the experience of eating an exquisite meal at a restaurant, only to go back a second time to find the fare is so-so. Geographic places are like that too, and returning to them always leaves me disappointed. There’s nothing like the first time, and there’s much to be … Continue reading The Second Time Around: Photos from Yellowstone