Johnson St NE
Somewhere in between flying B-24s in two wars and raising three kids and two Great Danes, my grandpa Floyd went to dental school. After running his practice for a few years out of a small office in NE Minneapolis, a cozy, unassuming building went up for sale a block north,
Lowry Ave
I was so excited to walk Lowry. For all nostalgia’s sake. It was the route we’d take to visit my dad at his office off of Lowry & Johnson my entire youth, where my brother and I would hold our breath going over the old rickety green bridge, and where
Central Ave
I set out today to photograph one specific dumpster for my Dumpsters of Minneapolis project. It caught my eye after Funk Fest at Sociable CiderWerks, and I had to go back to get a closer look. Unfortunately, it was trapped behind a high security fence with no trespassing signs everywhere