Of all the Bucky on Parade statues I’ve seen around town, “It Takes Two Wheels” by Brooke Wentland is my favorite. I love the imagery from the area’s recreational trails.
Monthly Archives: August 2018
Flood waters sticking around
As the massive amount of rain that fell in western Dane County last week makes it’s way through the Madison lakes, the flooding will be here a while. Unfortunately for the people that live near the river and lakes, there’s more rain in the forecast.
Above is Tenney Park from last night.
Yahara River flooding
I biked the Yahara River trail to check out the flooding tonight. The bicyclist above is riding down the middle of Johnson Street in front of the Tenney Park Lagoon.
Garver Feed Mill
Renovations to Madison’s historic Garver Feed Mill are moving along. Aren’t old buildings wonderful? I took this through the construction fence. Wish I could shoot some pics from the inside.
Sundown at the lock
Tenney Park lock and lighthouse, in Madison.
Mosquito hunter
This time of of the year it’s good to see mosquito hunters out there, like this dragonfly.
August sunflowers
Call of the hawk
When I first heard the hawk’s call, I was biking at a pretty good clip through a long wooded section of the Wild Goose Trail. I glanced up and saw two red-tailed hawks, flying side-by-side just over the trees above me. I kept pedaling, and about 30 seconds later, one of them called again. Looking up, the same two red-tails were following my pace, flying along directly overhead. Another minute or so down the trail, I heard a third call. Sure enough, both hawks were maintaining their flight position above me. I kept on pedaling, but didn’t see or hear them again after that.
About an hour and a half later, I was biking through that same wooded section of trail, on the way back to my car. My body was beginning to tire quickly, and I wondered if I had biked a little too far before deciding to turn back. Just as I needed some motivation, there in the middle of the trail was a hawk’s feather. I stopped and decided it was left there for me as a memento of the experience, and I thanked the hawks for their gift (of the feather and their brief companionship). It was all the inspiration I needed to finish my ride.