The Lounge

February 5, 2009

Jean and I drove to Dubuque on a whim Saturday, and spent a good portion of the night drinking white Russians, apple pie and beer at the Lounge. It’s a good place, with wall paper and mirrors and very dim light, and a posh waiting room with a leather couch inside the ladies restroom. The kind of place where the jukebox music never changes.

At midnight, the youngish bartender leaves for the evening, and the owner’s wife takes over behind the bar. She’s an old woman, hard of hearing, but likes to converse. Above her head hang coffee mugs from across the known world, a collective gift from unknown people, and under the cash register they keep an entire drawer of playing cards.

I didn’t shoot much while I was there. I spent most of the night trying to convince Matt to join Twitter, and to actually use it. All I got out of it was a handful of images of Matt resisting my efforts.





The cabin by the lake

July 22, 2008

Mosquitos and beer and the smell of old wood. Two fishing skiffs tied together, middle of a small lake, middle of a still-bright night, too many stars, trying to see distant fireworks above the trees. Fourth of July in the Northwoods of Wisconsin.

I haven’t been up north since my ski racing days in college. I forgot the sheer beauty of the middle of nowhere. My mistake.

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