October 6, 2019
Twelve years ago during a walk to find photographs in Madison, Wisconsin, where I was visiting, I passed what looked like an abandoned building. On it was painted the name Garver. I have a friend whose last name is Garver, so of course I took a snapshot to show her. This summer my daughter and daughter-in-law treated me to a return visit to the building—vacant for two decades before renovation began in 2017. They didn’t know I had photographed it in 2007 but thought I would find the Garver Feed Mill interesting. (They are great scouts!) This time I photographed in earnest, trying hard not to wish I had been witness to many more of the building’s iterations. A plaque outside one of the doors gave information about the building, and putting this post together I learned more. I find it interesting that the Wisconsin State Capitol and the Garver Feed Mill were completed in the same year. And it’s fun to see that remnants of old graffiti add an artistic touch to the cleaned masonry. I like buildings that hold visual evidence of their past; this one also included bricked-in doorways and windows, patched walls, sheared-off I-beams, and what must be gouges from former industrial activity. If you’d like to know more about the Garver Feed Mill, don’t miss the Wisconsin State Journal article that features photographs taken through the years, going back to 1924. Also of interest are an article in the Wisconsin State Farmer and two links on a City of Madison web page: the Garver Final Report and a presentation by the restoration architects.
1 This is the photograph I took in 2007.
2 This is the photograph I took of the same wall this August.
4 This is steel (I think) cladding on a newer part of the facade. The next two photographs are from nearby sections of the wall.
11 I learned from my reading that the white bricks indicate water damage.
12 Were these patches on an interior wall made lately or in older times? My guess is older times.
20 Even the new women’s room’s concrete floor has artistic appeal.
May 19, 2018
January 27, 2018
April 23, 2017
Immediately south of the quarriy pits sit some old abandoned buildings. Here is a view from the outside and another from the inside of a building, the old part of which dates back to 1906, that was used to work the sandstone. The third photograph is of another building on the site, turkey vulture presiding. The fourth photo is of more of the grounds, over which another turkey vulture watches. Someone much braver than I explored even further and made some perhaps more informed guesses about what went on in the quarries. You can see his or her photographs and narrative here. If you Google “Amherst Quarries,” you can find even more information about the quarries as well as some great photos of them in operation. Probably these are the quarries shown in my posts of April 21 and 22. Across Quarry Road from these ruins is an old fence that appealed to me (fifth photo). Besides looking impenetrable, the fence presented a no-trespassing sign, a sure indication that more photographic treasures of the quarry kind await beyond.
September 16, 2016
While I see dumpsters as opportunities to discover inadvertent abstract compositions on the dumpster sides, some people see them as blank canvasses for their own creations.
May 13, 2015
May 12, 2015
May 11, 2015
May 10, 2015
May 9, 2015
May 8, 2015
April 10, 2011
This morning we took another trip south to Venice to try another new (to us) park: Curry Creek Preserve. We hadn’t gotten too far into the park when a man taking a walk there stopped to talk with Janet. He said he came to Curry Creek Preserve a lot but that a much better view of the water was across the street at the Pinebrook Fitness Park. So we backtracked and went there. Well, yes, the views of the creek were better, but all-in-all we didn’t much favor the location and wondered if we should have stuck with the preserve. Ah, well. To try to recoup, we then drove to an old train parked on a siderail in town that a printmaking classmate had told me about. It was festooned in graffiti and in a lovely state of disrepair.
April 3, 2011
Another new place today: Jelks Preserve, south of Sarasota near Venice. Almost as soon as we walked through the gate Janet noticed a small path to the left. It bordered a small stream on its way to the Myakka River. The foliage was jungle lush, as you can see in the first photograph. I felt like I was in a museum diorama of early plant life. . . . Much later we came to a spot where the wild irises were just finishing blooming. . . . I never can resist an interesting saw palmetto leaf . . . or reflections in water . . . or Leptothrix discophora films.
April 2, 2011
This past Sunday Janet and I attended a fundraiser at the Myakka River State Park for the Friends of Myakka River. We didn’t spend much time taking photos, and I didn’t think I’d gotten anything worth sharing. I didn’t even download until days later. But today I took a good look at them and found some you might enjoy. Or not. This should be my last alligator photo. Should be but probably won’t be. They really are fascinating. It’s partly that they are so big, and—probably—partly that they are so dangerous. For the last year or so Janet has been making a lot of black and white photographs. I used to shoot black and white in the ’70s but haven’t made black and white photos lately. I just seem to see in color. Seeing so many of Janet’s great black and white photos, I finally I had to try some. The first of them here is an anhinga drying out its wings. Unless it’s a cormorant drying out its wings. The anhingas have a sharper bill and silver on their wings, but I can’t tell from this far away. The second is a crow, probably a fish crow. Fish crows look very much like regular crows, but their voices sound like they have put a mute over their mouths. I just read today, in Kevin Kelly’s What Technology Wants, that crows’ forebrains “are as relatively large as those of nonhuman apes, and the ratio of the brain weight to body weight is in the same line as apes.” He calls them, along with parrots and ravens, the “‘primates’ of birds.”