The Minneapolis waterfront has remnants of flour mills - some are ruins, some are loft apartments, and one of them is a museum. Without even trying very hard, you can spend a morning looking around. And, you can even walk all the way across the Mississippi River on the old stone bridge.
One of my earliest memories is of my parents staying up late to process slides in the kitchen. I can still remember the first photograph I took - of a rock, with a mountain in the background. In college, I was almost positive I was going to be the next Ansel Adams.
All of which has led me here.
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