Scenes from the commute

For the last few weeks of fantastic weather here in northern Minnesota I’ve been meaning to take my camera to catch a particular shot of an old tractor that I see on my 30 minute commute into the big city of Hibbing. The sun rises right behind the ancient machine as it rusts away in an old hayfield. Actually, I think it might still run, but I’m practicing my flowery verse. Anyway, I brought the camera today but it was foggy this morning which produced an interesting effect.

If I knew what the hell I was doing this would have been an impressive photograph. Below you’ll see another portion of my commute. As you can tell, I find this drive a bit more appealing than any that includes sound barriers along an eight-laner. As the locals say, “Life is pretty good on ‘da Range, if you have work.”

And no, this is not going to become a photo blog. I’m just tiding my remaining readers over until regular blogging resumes at some indefinite point in the future. KeeTac (which is also situated along my commute) came back after an indefinite shutdown, so why can’t I?

Stay tuned for the completion of my DFL governor candidates series (Steve Kelley, my ninth subject, is up on Friday with a post to follow next week). Also, some exciting news is coming regarding some future projects for 2010. All of this would be expedited if you bought everyone in your family and social circles a copy of “Overburden: Modern Life on the Iron Range” for Christmas this year. I’m not kidding.

Comments

  1. Wow that is beautiful!! I wish I saw that on my morning commute! (I take the subway to work in Washington DC- not nearly as nice)

  2. Those pictures just ooze the peace and calm of the early fall mornings here in MN. Thanks

  3. @Lucy — I’m on 495 every day. We’d be hard pressed to pick which one is worse.

    Thanks for the pictures, Aaron. Looking at them makes me miss home but in a way that brings back good memories.

Speak Your Mind

*

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.