Crisp. Blue. Clear.
It had been three months since I’d returned from my West Coast Adventure. Three months of Not Moving, embracing the strangeness of being stationary.
And then, I found myself ready to explore once more. I had regained a kind of balance about being in Wisconsin; and so I set out, eventually finding myself staring at overpriced fossils through shop windows, admiring crude wood carvings, and being surrounded by that particular shade of horrendous gray that the streets can only achieve in the depths of winter.
None of what I saw was photo-worthy… except Tenney Park.
It had been nearly two years since my last visit to the Tenney Locks, and the wind had sculpted the snow around its protracted pier into an otherworldly landscape.
Obviously, Tenney Park wasn’t as welcoming in the winter. You wouldn’t want to have a picnic or do a cycling trek. To say it was freezing is putting it mildly.
But if you’re someone who loves photography, you’d be wise to stop by. People setup tents on the lake, and (depending on the time) the park’s relative desolation provides a rare photographic opportunity.
Oh, and there’s duckies.
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