More wanderings about Lincoln. They’re not particularly new, but they are some of my favorite black and white images of Lincoln.
I do actually like roadtrips. Not the stiff-legged, getting out of the car after sitting there for five hours, or the sunburn on one arm because I forgot to put sunscreen on (yeah, sunscreen in the car. I am that obnoxiously white). It’s the whole rolling through the American landscape, watching it shift from mile to mile, changing from prairie to hill to mountain; the stopping in various small towns and finding the completely unexpected weirdness in them (a giant statue of Superman in Metropolis, Missouri, for example).
Flowery writing aside, the No Coast Slam from Lincoln went to the National Poetry Slam in West Palm Beach, Florida last summer, and I followed along because there seemed to be no other photographers they organizers could find who were willing to work a week’s worth of crazy hours for no pay.
So the competition parts of the week took place in the evenings and nights, so I pretty much had the days free to wander around parts of West Palm Beach.
The day we left, I went to bed somewhere around 3 a.m., and got up a couple of hours later to find my way to the ocean. I’d decided early on that, at some point during the week, I was going to watch sunrise on the beach. After navigating an unfamiliar city, I found my way back to the beach and spent a good hour there, watching the sun come up, dodging the tide, and keeping sea creatures from gnawing on my toes.
So I’ve caught my first cold in something like two years. It wouldn’t be so bad if my eyes would stop watering so badly. I like being able to see.
I had a different series of blogs in mind for the next few days, but I just don’t feel up to doing much of anything tonight, so I’ll just post a pretty picture. Enjoy.
A while back, Stacy Fox (a local poet) and I went out for a quick photo shoot. She’d had a busy few weeks- having just been selected to compete at the National Poetry Slam for the Lincoln slam team, and getting a job teaching high school in urban Chicago. We managed to squeeze a little bit of time in to get some cool portraits for her.
It has been a long, long winter.
March in Nebraska is a horrible tease- it starts to warm up, and just when you think you’re going to have a beautiful weekend, it gets cold and rainy and snowy again.
I am longing for warm weather, and thinking often about my trip to Florida last year. It was the first time I’d ever seen the ocean. It was brilliant.
Last year was also the first time I went to North Dakota. I don’t know which I liked more- the emptiness of western North Dakota, or the immensity of the Atlantic Ocean. It’s a tough call.
I am more than done with winter for the year. This summer several friends and I will be heading up to the north woods of Minnesota for a week of fishing, photography, and all-around awesomeness.