What a great time of year...
Greetings all,
Well, it's coming. Can you sense it? I was sitting out on the patio of a favorite neighborhood establishment last night and it dawned on me. The air wasn't quite cool, but there was a hint of something different - something kind of light, like a bit of a release from the recent heat and humidity oppression of late. Man, that felt nice. I think it's fair to say - fall, my friends, is on its way.
Now, if you know me, you might be aware that I have two favorite seasons, and two seasons that I could generally do without. Winter and summer are my choices for the 'best season' award. If it's going to be cold, then let's have some serious cold, and a generous side order of snow would be nice too - if it's not too much trouble. And heck, on that note, if it's not cold and snowy, then let's have some good old fashioned laying on the beach, eating a popsicle in the shade, riding your bike to the lake and swamping your canoe just for the fun of it SUMMER! Fall and spring are just there to torture us, mostly. Either not enough snow, or too little - that's what I think.
But last night was different. I caught that little whiff of fall, and it sure did smell good. Really good, in fact. Even better than the sweet potato fries we were feasting upon. ('Sweet potato fries you say? What madness is this?' No madness, I promise. Head over to the Herkimer and order yourself up a plate. They're delish!) So, with the not-so-terrible season of fall (or autumn, if you prefer) sneaking up on us here in Minneapolis, I've gotten to thinking back on the summer. In that vein, I'm going to throw up a few photos from fun days I've had this summer. Some while working, some just while playing.
To start off, here's a shot of my friend Mike Kobelinksi, tearing up the uphill rock garden at one of our local trails, Theodore Wirth. Mike's a great guy and a fantastic rider. In fact, he's been racing the singlespeed division this season in the MNSCS and beating even the guys with fancy bikes just bristling with fancy gears and such. Great job Mike!
At the risk of having to rename this blog 'The Kobelinski Report' or something of that ilk, I'll also throw up a shot of Mike's brother Matt. The other Kobeliski is one of Minnesota's leading kiters, and I've been lucky enough to get out and shoot with he and his buddies a few times lately. This shot was taken on Lake Mille Lacs in central Minnesota. We'd driven all the way up there because the forecast looked good for wind. Don't always trust the forecast. Anyway, after a nice dinner, the wind picked up enough for us to hit the water. It wasn't perfect, but there was enough wind for them to get a short ride in. Sadly, the situation for photos wasn't good, but hey - I sure did dig watching the sun set while floating in the lake.
As you may know, I was fortunate enough to travel to Norway to photography Eli and Knut's wedding in July. After a few wonderful days with E&K's amazing families, my friends Nils Anders and Ingvill graciously hosted me for the rest of my stay. The word hospitality has taken on a new meaning for me - to say I was treated like a king would only describe the tip of the iceberg. I'm truly very lucky to have friends like these. Here's a shot if Ingvill and I preparing to board our tiny little plane from Bodo to Trondheim. My carry-on bag (precious photo gear) weighed easily twice the limit for all baggage combined (checked and carry on) so whenever an airline person was looking at me, I carried it like it weighed only two or three pounds. I was sore for a few days afterward, but apparently my ruse was successful...
Here's one that cracks me right up. I know, it's crude, but seriously, that sign says FART! In Norwegian, fart refers to speed, so sakte fart is simply telling the ships that enter Aalesund harbor to slow down. I used to see that sign on the ski hills in Norway, and even now while skiing out west I occasionally holler 'SAKTE FART' when cresting the last hill before the chalet. So, if you're ever skiing and hear some yahoo yelling 'fart' at the top of his lungs, it's probably me and it likely has nothing to do with any bodily emissions...
OK, last one for now - this is a shot of the little river that runs through the setra where Nils Anders' family has their 'hyyte' or cabin. What a beautiful place. I only wish the photos showed how great it really was. Oh, well. Just have to take another trip soon!
Ha det bra, og tak for alle!
John.
Well, it's coming. Can you sense it? I was sitting out on the patio of a favorite neighborhood establishment last night and it dawned on me. The air wasn't quite cool, but there was a hint of something different - something kind of light, like a bit of a release from the recent heat and humidity oppression of late. Man, that felt nice. I think it's fair to say - fall, my friends, is on its way.
Now, if you know me, you might be aware that I have two favorite seasons, and two seasons that I could generally do without. Winter and summer are my choices for the 'best season' award. If it's going to be cold, then let's have some serious cold, and a generous side order of snow would be nice too - if it's not too much trouble. And heck, on that note, if it's not cold and snowy, then let's have some good old fashioned laying on the beach, eating a popsicle in the shade, riding your bike to the lake and swamping your canoe just for the fun of it SUMMER! Fall and spring are just there to torture us, mostly. Either not enough snow, or too little - that's what I think.
But last night was different. I caught that little whiff of fall, and it sure did smell good. Really good, in fact. Even better than the sweet potato fries we were feasting upon. ('Sweet potato fries you say? What madness is this?' No madness, I promise. Head over to the Herkimer and order yourself up a plate. They're delish!) So, with the not-so-terrible season of fall (or autumn, if you prefer) sneaking up on us here in Minneapolis, I've gotten to thinking back on the summer. In that vein, I'm going to throw up a few photos from fun days I've had this summer. Some while working, some just while playing.
To start off, here's a shot of my friend Mike Kobelinksi, tearing up the uphill rock garden at one of our local trails, Theodore Wirth. Mike's a great guy and a fantastic rider. In fact, he's been racing the singlespeed division this season in the MNSCS and beating even the guys with fancy bikes just bristling with fancy gears and such. Great job Mike!
At the risk of having to rename this blog 'The Kobelinski Report' or something of that ilk, I'll also throw up a shot of Mike's brother Matt. The other Kobeliski is one of Minnesota's leading kiters, and I've been lucky enough to get out and shoot with he and his buddies a few times lately. This shot was taken on Lake Mille Lacs in central Minnesota. We'd driven all the way up there because the forecast looked good for wind. Don't always trust the forecast. Anyway, after a nice dinner, the wind picked up enough for us to hit the water. It wasn't perfect, but there was enough wind for them to get a short ride in. Sadly, the situation for photos wasn't good, but hey - I sure did dig watching the sun set while floating in the lake.
As you may know, I was fortunate enough to travel to Norway to photography Eli and Knut's wedding in July. After a few wonderful days with E&K's amazing families, my friends Nils Anders and Ingvill graciously hosted me for the rest of my stay. The word hospitality has taken on a new meaning for me - to say I was treated like a king would only describe the tip of the iceberg. I'm truly very lucky to have friends like these. Here's a shot if Ingvill and I preparing to board our tiny little plane from Bodo to Trondheim. My carry-on bag (precious photo gear) weighed easily twice the limit for all baggage combined (checked and carry on) so whenever an airline person was looking at me, I carried it like it weighed only two or three pounds. I was sore for a few days afterward, but apparently my ruse was successful...
Here's one that cracks me right up. I know, it's crude, but seriously, that sign says FART! In Norwegian, fart refers to speed, so sakte fart is simply telling the ships that enter Aalesund harbor to slow down. I used to see that sign on the ski hills in Norway, and even now while skiing out west I occasionally holler 'SAKTE FART' when cresting the last hill before the chalet. So, if you're ever skiing and hear some yahoo yelling 'fart' at the top of his lungs, it's probably me and it likely has nothing to do with any bodily emissions...
OK, last one for now - this is a shot of the little river that runs through the setra where Nils Anders' family has their 'hyyte' or cabin. What a beautiful place. I only wish the photos showed how great it really was. Oh, well. Just have to take another trip soon!
Ha det bra, og tak for alle!
John.
posted by John Pedersen at 12:53 PM
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