Went to the bear swamp, 11 miles towards Lake Superior and Little Girl's Point from Rauhallinen Farm, to take down the portable deer blind there and bring it home to use. After the work, I carried in the 5x7 for some work and a modeling session.
0330 and could not sleep anymore. On my second cup of coffee while the pellet stove has provided a comforting blaze. Going to run up the coast to Cornucopia, photographing Houghton Falls area on the way (just outside of Washburn) and after photographing old sea vessels drydocked next to the big lake, head for Lost Creek Falls, South and West of Cornucopia. The tiny village of Cornucopia hosted over a million people for two years straight during which time the ice was safe for travel to the famed ice caves. Time to load up some film holders and hit the shower. wishing you a nice day.
“My temple is the swamp… When I would recreate myself, I seek the darkest wood, the thickest and most impenetrable and to the citizen, most dismal, swamp. I enter a swamp as a sacred place, a sanctum sanctorum… I seemed to have reached a new world, so wild a place…far away from human society. What’s the need of visiting far-off mountains and bogs, if a half-hour’s walk will carry me into such wildness and novelty.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden and Other Writings