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this was taken across the Detroit River from Windsor, Ontario.. it was really cold as you can see,,, have a good day/evening everyone and thanks for your visits,,,
Downtown Detroit seen from Windsor, Ontario.Penobscot Building, completed in 1928, seen in the background.
The Penobscot was the eighth tallest building in the world upon completion (566 ft or 173 m), and was the tallest building in Michigan until 1977, the year of construction of the Renaissance Hotel tower.
I did a photoshoot on Saturday for Detroit's new minor league soccer team: Detroit City FC. Here is one of my favorites. You can find more information on the team on their facebook page.
we are here on a charitable mission.
maybe. seems to me you're just looking for money.
we do need money to survive in this world.
you know what they say: money is the root of all evil. what do you think about that?
yes, however, I have it on very high authority that it is not the evil itself.
we should thank god for that.
A night-time view of the city I am from. I love the lights on the Detroit river at night.
If you are visiting Detroit for photography, bring your passport. The best views of the skyline are from Canada (Windsor). It's not hard (or expensive) to cross the border for a short time.
Follow me here, too!
good morning, herr doktor.
look at this, my boy! my theory has been completely substantiated!
what theory is that, doktor?
psycho-ceramics? what's that?
it's my essential study of cracked pots! previously thought to exist only in scientists studying salmonella excretion in joy-riding pigs!
how. . . interesting.
turns out, it's everywhere!
wow. you coulda fooled me.
edna? wanna go for a walk?
not now, stanley. my favorite TV show is starting.
I need some exercise.
well, go take your walk then.
ok. see you in a couple of hours.
that long? to take a walk?
and to stop at the ice cream store, of course.
I see. well go work those muscles then.
I will. I totally abuse the machine.
hot fudge sundae, I presume?
2 scoops. I'm cutting back.
hey moe, I finished the job. come check it out.
ok, let's see. what the? wait a minute! what is this?
whaddya mean? you asked me to paint the bridge. you don't like it?
paint the bridge? no you idiot! I asked you to decorate the fridge!
oh. the fridge. that's why you said don't leave the door open. I get it!
I need a beer. we got any cold ones?
look in the fridge. the very boring fridge.
nice bridge, though.
how do you suppose things got to be like this?
who knows? god has a plan. except for defectives like you, of course.
me? whaddya mean?
you musta been born a bad seed, is all I can figure.
really? does it show?
well, yeah! I don't particularly mind, but you might want to consider changing your shroud once in a while.
but I do! every other year. whether it needs it or not.
I bet that gets you a lot of dates.
it does! not with real girls, of course.
I've seen things like this happen on television and in movies, but nothing, and I mean nothing can describe the feeling of being right there in the moment, feeling the intense heat and witnessing the struggle that firefighters go through while trying to contain a fire of this magnitude.
*No one was hurt. =)
what can I get you?
just a coffee. I want to take a last look.
I don't blame you. it's on its way out. after all these years.
yeah. make it to go, would you? I think I need a smoke.
you got it.
that's what they say.
Taken back in September maybe the last shot of the tree for me until spring as the sunsets go farther and farther South. I will be back at shooting this tree around the spring equinox. I believe its dead so I will be nailing it while its still there.
Tomorrow morning Gene and I will be heading off to CT to visit our daughter and son in law. Catch up with everyone later.
what's this, boris?
it's a subpoena, comrade.
a subpoena? from who?
you're being called before the workers' committee on internal security and morality.
I am? what'd I do?
well, let me ask you. have you been watching any james bond movies lately?
I thought so. it's your blog, comrade.
my blog? what about it?
let's just say that some interested parties don't like you calling it 'pussy galore.'
oh, they don't?
not so much.