Big Audio Dynamite II

Hat tip to my favorite Mick Jones band for the title of this post. I hiked a long ways today, humping some very heavy gear all over the Bismarck-Mandan area to capture lots of photos. I also had a hand in shooting high-definition (HD) video of the area today too, but I don’t own that footage. Sorry. My personal camcorder was rolling, but the footage didn’t turn out as well as my footage of Span One going down. So I’ll stick to my primary objective: here are the pics!

People were lining the hills from above the railroad bridge all the way to the hill north of I-94. Doing so only provided a view of the middle span.

Speaking of the middle span, there was a lot of confusion as to why it came down in one giant piece. I’ll tell you what the explosives expert of the demolition crew told me. Before they install their shape charges, they cut the bolts anchoring the bridge spans to the pilings. They can’t be cutting them with a grinder and sending sparks all over their explosives once they’ve been placed, after all. They had the east span rigged as well as the bottom of the middle span, but then the winds came up. They didn’t want to risk their guys being on the top of the middle span if the wind blew it over, so they opted to drop it and finish cutting it on the ground with torches. Notice that in the days before the demolition, they pushed rocks and dirt out below the bridge. That allows the crews to have land on which to salvage the steel, much easier than hunting around the water.

Notice the piece on the right hand side, the top of the pier that underwent repairs in an attempt to help the old bridge limp along. The repaired areas served their purposes, keeping the old bridge in operation until the crews were ready to take ‘er down.

Thanks to the guys who let me poke around a little bit where the cleanup occurred. I liked the arch of this digger reaching over the pillars of the last remaining bridge support. In the background, the big nasty machinery is chewing up the metal as we speak. As of this evening, they pretty much had the east span cleaned up.

How about those jaws? This machine reminds me of that James Bond villain. This guy’s got a pretty fun job, I bet. Chewin’ up steel. I can see how a feller could derive a great deal of satisfaction from it.

By the way, I heard they’re saving chunks of the bridge like this in order to put them in the park on either end of the new bridge. Obviously they have a lot of work to do on those areas, and are making a lot of progress on the west end, but now that the other bridge is going away I imagine they’ll make quick work of the memorial park on the east end too. They just have a lot of rubble and debris to remove first.

Coolest souvenirs of the day: these are pieces of shrapnel from the shaped charges that brought down the mighty Memorial Bridge. I got them from the demolition crew that was doing the aforementioned cleanup. They appear to be copper, and I guess they flew away from the detonation at an extremely high rate of speed. Thankfully these two managed to land in my hands. I’ll keep them forever as a souvenir of the old humming bridge.

Coolest unexpected shot of the day: this guy was flying circles around the area reminding everybody to vote McCain-Palin next week. I’m not going to tell you who to vote for, but I suggest you vote against socialism. Against rabid gun control. Against infanticide. Against domestic terrorists. You get the picture. I Photoshopped this shot to bring the banner in closer to the plane…the drag line was actually a lot longer.

By the way, hats off to Brad Feldman for his coverage of this thing from start to finish. I was present videotaping at the symbolic groundbreaking with Senator Conrad way back when, and I think he was there as well…and he’s followed this project tirelessly. He had cool ideas like putting cameras in one of the houses next to the bridge blast, and loves Bismarck-Mandan as much as I do. I asked my wife to record KFYR and KXMB coverage on DVD here at the house, and can’t wait to go back and watch them both.

So…what’s next? Got anything else we need to blow up?

One more day with you


Yes, that’s right…one more day. The last two spans of the local landmark come crashing down Wednesday morning. Sad, isn’t it? The turnout was so amazing for the last one, I can’t wait to see how many people show up for this one! I’ve got my spot picked out…do you?

Thanks to Mike at the DOT for this map. It indicates the road closures as well as the Safe Zone. If anyone remains in that gray area, the crew can’t pull the trigger. So stay out!

If you want a copy of this map, click here for a PDF you can print and take with you. You’d better come early! There are a lot of eager spectators and the roads are closed before the boom. There were cars down there at 7:30am when I arrived last time!

Goodbye to a familiar texture

I posted this photo, the result of a Photo Club exercise at work, back in August 2006. Less than an hour later, Jason had already guessed the correct location: the bank on 4th and Rosser. Well, the familiar exterior of the bank is changing.

These workers are taking down that familiar jagged exterior and replacing it with some of those new blue-tinted mirrored windows. Jagged panels: old and busted. Blue mirrored: new hotness.

I’m sure they probably figured it was about time, and the new windows are probably more energy efficient, and the bank across the street is remodeling too. But it is sad to see familiar sights around Bismarck go away. That’s the price of progress, I suppose.

The Rain

The rain keeps coming down but it don’t bother me,
In fact it brings me back a favorite memory.
Of you laughing in the rain,
Your clothes are soaking wet…
Standin’ ‘neath the branches waitin’ for a kiss.

The rain is working very hard,
It’s got to water every little seed.
It’s beautifully ordinary,
Making life seem very good indeed… (whoa-oh, whoa-oh)
Beautifully ordinary,
Life with you is very good indeed… (whoa-oh, whoa-oh)

The rain keeps fallin’ down…

(“The Rain” – by the Subdudes, but best performed by my friends Tucker’d Out.)

Another year older, if not wiser


Earlier this week I got the opportunity to go out and poke around with my camera. I celebrated a birthday (yes, I still have those) and was given the evening to go play with my camera and enjoy a Paradiso meal with my wife.

It’s that time of year where things are taking on the dull browns of late fall and early winter. I had a hard time finding things to point my camera at given the narrow window of time between getting off work and the sunset, but did find this contraption. I’ll file it under my “dunno what it is, but it looks antique” category.

My mom was over to visit and sent my little boy PJ into the office, where I was loading my iPod, with a card and this message:


 

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Hearing my little boy wish me a Happy Birthday for the very first time is the only present I will ever need. Next year, his little brother will be able to talk and give me that blessing all over again!

Pumpkin Patch quandary

Our family took our annual trip to Papa’s Pumpkin Patch tonight. I got a few really neat photos, but this was more about our little boys than playing with my camera. Most of my pics are actually of my family, as it should be! I did, however, spend a little time on this little clock kiosk. That’s the quandary.

I don’t know which of these shots I like more! The first one had the nice background of fall leaves. This one has the warm light of the setting sun, plus the weather vane is visible. I don’t know which I like better, so I thought I’d show you both.

In the “almost too cool for words” department, here’s my boy PJ walking hand-in-hand with his cousin Vanessa, one of his best friends. We met up with her and her family briefly before taking off and letting our two little guys investigate the pumpkins and the rest of the patch.

If you haven’t gone to Papa’s Pumpkin Patch yet, you really should! It’s bigger every year, and really cool to run around. There are plenty of good photos to be had, too…even if you don’t have the two cutest little boys in the Bismarck-Mandan area like I do.

BismarCk: being misspelled from the get-go

These first-class train tickets from the 1870s show that people have always had a problem with the proper spelling of our fair city. Bismarck sprang to life in 1872 and got its current name a year later, so it’s a reasonable conclusion that the name has been a source of misspellings ever since. How many times is misspelled on your mail?

I posted about this truck a long time ago, and I remember seeing Cass Clay trucks at the facility in Mandan with the same error. Then there were the ill-fated phone books of about ten years ago, which I believe were Yellow Book products. Oops.

What would Otto von Bismarck think? After all, our capital city was originally named Edwinton but later renamed after Herr Chancellor in order to attract German immigrants (and investment in the railroad).

 

UPDATED – Justice is served for local motorcycle/atv enthusiasts

I posted a while back about this trail, located east of Midwest Motor Express. The land is marked with No Trespassing signs, but permission is given to those who wish to use the trail if they sign a waiver form in the office of the trucking company.

Apparently the City of Bismarck once again that someone having fun within their domain could not be tolerated, and went after Midwest Motor Express. They claimed that MME was operating a “racetrack” in violation of City Ordinance 14-02-03.

This trail obviously falls within the definition of a recreational trail, not a race track, and thankfully the court saw this as well. John Roswick of MME emailed me the court’s decision in PDF format. He has given me permission to link to the PDF, since it’s a matter of public record: click here to view.

I suppose I’m still smarting from what the City did back when they redid Sertoma Park. The sandbars used to be filled with people having a good time, and the road through Sertoma was a common place to see people cruising around during the summer. Parking was ample, and people would park along the road to walk to the sandbar. There were football and volleyball games, sunbathing, swimming, and tons of other activities on the sandbars. Then the City came along. I have no doubts that busting up all the activity on the sandbars was a reason for the park’s new configuration, and the new Sertoma Park made getting to the sandbar a hassle. Thus all those pesky kids and their fun-havin’ were forced to go somewhere else. And they did.

This also brings up the issue of the City trying to flex its muscles outside of the normal city limits. I don’t know if MME currently resides in city limits, but in North Dakota the cities have say in what goes on for miles outside their legal boundaries! How a county resident can get hassled by representatives of a city government in which he has NO representation or right to vote is beyond me. Hopefully there won’t be a long line of people like MME, who is simply trying to serve a segment of community, who get hassled by government policy-pushers looking to flex their political muscle.

Peek-a-boo

One of the denizens of the Big Cat Exhibit at the Dakota Zoo was peeking above the window frame during a recent trip I took with my boys. This picture could have a more menacing tone if it included my little boy just a foot or two back from the window! I do actually have one framed that way.

The cats were lined up along the windows and fence because it was just about dinner time for them. No, not because my two little boys and I were on the other side of the glass. The zoo staff were running around on their golf carts, delivering chow. These cats heard things banging around over at the bear exhibit, and I’m guessing they have been conditioned to expect their meat soon after.

Zoo hours are already cut dramatically, to only a few hours a day on a select few days. Gates are open from 1pm to 5pm, Friday through Sunday, weather permitting. I still haven’t seen the snow leopards. Time’s a-wasting!

Nobody home

Having a good flash is a must for any would-be photographer. This hole in the tree is actually a good eighteen feet or more above the ground! Thanks to a long lens and a very powerful flash, I was able to illuminate the hole to see if it had a critter in it. Sadly, there wasn’t. I was hoping to get another shot like this:

I’ve always wanted a chance to do better at this shot. This little guy lived in the tree in front of our church, and I took the photo shortly after I got my camera. At that time I hadn’t developed a steady hand and was also just learning how to work all the knobs and dials on the camera. Someday, however, I’m going to get my chance. I’ll be ready.