What made me go to Fargo? I would certainly not have gone there except as a side trip to some other place, like, say, Minneapolis. It wasn't super far and it gave me a drive through a part of the Midwest, leading into the Plains, that I rarely see. In the end, it might boil down to the fact that my family growing up was named Fargo. I arrived in Fargo around 4:30 on a lovely sunny day, and knowing that the entirety of the next day was given over to rain, I crisscrossed the city in something of a hurry to try and capture anything I could in the late day light. Which as it turned out was quite a bit. I even crossed a state line without knowing it. In the end I quite liked Fargo, I liked that there were two queer shows in their art gallery, I liked that the local paper had strongly worded editorials against Trump, and I liked it that the Hjemkomst Center had two large objects, both reconstructed, and both quite interesting.
Photo List (Total 154 Photos)
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Central Fargo (98 photos) - This gallery starts at the Red River, which forms the eastern boundary of the city of Fargo and the state of North Dakota. It moves west, eventually coming to a large number of photos taken on Broadway, which is Fargo's main commercial street. From there, there are a few photos further west, and south, and the gallery ends at the Plains Art Museum.
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Moorhead (30 photos) - Fargo is on the Red River, which is the border between North Dakota and Minnesota. The other side of the river is a town called Moorhead, the cities are integrated enought that I crossed the river multiple times on my short stay here. Most of this gallery was taken at the Hjemkomst Center, which I saw outside in the sun on the day I arrived, and the inside in the rain the next day. It exceeded expectations.
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North Dakota (26 photos) - The day I drove from Fargo through North Dakota to Sioux Falls was not the most pleasant for weather, though the morning rain had lifted. As soon as I could, I got off the I29 and then I discovered that the vast majority of the roads on my maps were gravel. I drove through a number of small towns and stopped in three of them - Walcott, Milnor, and Grinner. Walcott barely existed, and Milnor and Gwinner were both violently ugly, and had the feeling of places that time had passed by.
