A Walking Minute

 

Photo of flat shallow snow to the horizon, a groomed cross country ski trail on the right and a set of footprints leading up the the photographer's point of view on the left.

As I walk across Minneapolis’ lakes, my pace slowed* both by the resistance of snow and wind and by my fascination with every sight and sound, I think about scale a lot. There are drivers on the bridges above me, caged up in steel, bikers and wind surfers zipping past me, skiers who half nod at my also human shape when we pass each other.

I think about other people and about time: from the middle of Lake of the Isles, Google tells me it takes me 60 minutes to walk to City Hall, 35 minutes by the bus, 20 minutes to bike, 15 minutes to drive. Google maps (and our conversations) assume some equivalency in these, and implicitly, my walking is by comparison inefficient, less than, too much work or time or luxury or burden.

The sun shines intensely through a skyway, silhouetting and blurring two people heading to the right, one standing and one using a wheelchair. Behind the skyway, a skyscraper reflects back another in pixelated form. Behind that, a washed blue sky.

But a driving minute is a totally different unit of time than a walking minute. The experiences aren’t parallel. Walking isn’t driving slowed down. When I walk, I experience the world in a more vivid and fuller way. I am in motion with my city, in my posture, in my steps, in what I can take in with every sense and in what I give back in every sense.

Looking down at dark ice with thick cracks and tiny bubble visible beneath the surface.

To walk is to be of a place. It’s to see it, to hear it, to exist in it. It’s the difference between a book review and a book, being told a dream and dreaming it, reading a recipe and tasting the results.

A piece of milfoil trapped in ice sparkles in a photo taken up close, tiny streams of bubbles and sparkly faceted water surrounding and framing it against the black backdrop of the deep.

When I walk, everything is mine. Or, to be more accurate, when I walk, I am part of everything and satisfied with all that I am within that.

Looking down at the ice, a dusting of snow at the bottom of the photo. A clear portion of ice takes the form of a neuron or something else radial and branching, the entire thing bisected by a crack in the ice that does not break its surface

It’s the ice formations and the sewer covers and tiny mushrooms and spider webs. It’s the people I run into and the cadence of my body in motion. It’s the cleaner air and clearer views and the comfort in my own skin that comes from feeling my body and mind connect in a way that sitting doesn’t allow.

An abstracted view of snow on a lake, in the curving sinewy shapes in contrast in a low sun.

When I walk, there is nothing to park, nothing to pay. I am unencumbered, self-contained, open to possibility, connected, independent, enough. That’s what happens in the extra minutes it takes me from when I leave the door of my home and when I arrive at the meeting we’re both heading to. I can’t imagine a more efficient way to traverse the city.

Standing on the frozen channel between Bde Maka Ska and Isles, looking north to the island through the bridge under Lake of the Isles Parkway. The sky over the island and the trees glow with sunset, but the sky visible above the bridge is an early twilight blue, with trees reaching inward on both sides.

* In summer, I flit about at 3.5-4MPH, 2,000 steps per mile. In the winter, I’m going as slow as 2MPH with all my stopping, and it takes me 2,500 steps to lumber a mile.

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6 Responses to A Walking Minute

  1. Dana DeMaster
    Dana DeMaster January 22, 2018 at 1:42 pm #

    Beautiful, Julia. Both the pictures and the poetry.

    • Bill Lindeke
      Bill Lindeke January 22, 2018 at 5:50 pm #

      Yes the pictures are stunning.

  2. Matt Steele
    Matt Steele January 22, 2018 at 5:50 pm #

    This is my favorite Streets post in a long long time.

  3. Angelina January 23, 2018 at 1:40 am #

    The photos are breath taking!

  4. Hōkan January 23, 2018 at 11:32 am #

    Bravo!

  5. Janelle Nivens
    Janelle January 24, 2018 at 3:36 pm #

    “When I walk, I experience the world in a more vivid and fuller way.” Your photos and words beautifully describe why I love walking so much. I am grateful that sometimes our walking schedules overlap and when they don’t we can meet on Instagram and smile when we learn that we’ve noticed the same details independent of one another. Or, even better, when I experience walking in a new way through your unique lens.

    Thank you for sharing your art.

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