|Old Farm two-track|
In an hour, maybe less, the sun will set, but not that I will notice on this cold gray day in which the skies kept spitting snow. The ground was white, but only an inch or so deep. I wanted to get out and let my secret slip to my dog. Excitedly, he headed for the closet by the front door, where his leash is kept, dancing around as laced up my boots. In the closet, I got his leash out and also a vest and a waterproof shell and after getting dressed and hooking him up, together we headed out, walking down the streets toward the woods on the edge of town. Although I had to button up my tightly to keep out the wind, it felt good to be outdoors on a day when most people stayed inside. I entered the woods on an old farm two-track lined with huge maples. It almost time to see pails out on these trees as they’re bled for sap to boil into syrup. At the top of the rise, I cut across on a side trail that runs through a pine forest, and then dropped down to a pond that’s mostly frozen. This is a magical time when the light fades rapidly even though my eyes don’t really perceive it as everything is gray. But the light meter on my camera does perceive the fading light and after thirty or so minutes, when the sun should be safely tucked in for the night, he camera is suggesting a flash. To get a shot I had find a place to prop my camera so that it wouldn’t move as the shutter opened long enough to capture the image. Coming back, the wind blows harder out of the north. The snow is heavier now. I placed my camera under my shell for protection and kept my head down to shield my eyes from the pelting snow. Ninety minutes after leaving, I’m back in town. The lights are on in most homes, their windows casting a cheery glow into the gray darkness. I head straight for the warmth of home and soon am building a fire. Although today is an exception, this has been an usually warm winter and the fireplace hasn’t been used nearly enough.
|My non-photogenic dog, Trisket|
|In the woods|