There are mornings on Lake Superior when fog reduces the world to its simplest forms. Here at Two Harbors along Minnesota’s north shore, fog has turned the harbor into an abstract study in three parts.
A lone buoy glows in thick fog, while the breakwater light keeps watch beyond.
Along the breakwater, the world narrows to a small light fading into the mist.
The breakwater light stands alone in morning fog.
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A century ago, this would have been an impossible photograph. Elk disappeared entirely from the Black Hills. Their return is a story of restoration, conservation, and a different relationship between people and the wild animals that share this landscape. A few photographs and some history from Custer State Park in South Dakota.
A narrow street in Old Havana. Faded pastels, laundry strung above the street, salsa drifting from an open doorway and the unhurried rhythm of everyday life. From the archives, a return to La Habana Vieja in 2015.
Chester Creek Falls Last Fall I was hiking in Duluth, Minnesota and came upon this site. I snapped a quick photo with my iPhone (it was all I had at the time). I made a mental note to return with a proper camera. Well, I checked that reminder off this past weekend.
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