One advantage of babysitting my neighbors farm while they are in Scotland is the opportunity to photograph around their property. While their farm has all the modern accoutrements of any home, the old outhouse from days gone by is still next to the garden. On more than one winter night, I have given thought to the Reiko family, who built my farm in 1920, having to leave the relative comfort of their woodstove to visit a two holer in four feet of snow and -20F. There are plenty of nights during which I have to force myself to trudge in the snow to fill the wood boiler with a load-which of course, does not require one to sit with pants off.
Have been up since the early morning hours, now waiting for the first signs of sunrise. This is the most peaceful time, prior to the first robin song when the landscape is still cloaked in darkness and silence. The gift of another day is on the cusp.