This image is a case of compromise between what I envisioned and the reality of getting to it. Often on the way to Trout Creek to visit Tom and Sharon I would notice this odd and continuous blending of fencelines on a large farm on the South side of M-28. One day I made a purposeful journey for the sole purpose of hiking in with snowshoes and capturing what I envisioned to be a wide-angle shot made very close to the first the first juxtaposition of fencelines on the left side of the print. I hiked in a snowmobile trail and down a steep grade only to find that there was a fence with three strands of barbed wire blocking my descent. The compromise involved hiking back up to the snowmobile trail and using my longest lens-the 135L. Not what I was after, but all that was offered. I think about Tom often this time of the year, as we would be cutting wood now together. People come and go in our lives.....and unless you are an emotionless automoton, it is the going that is rough.
“On the death of a friend, we should consider that the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have henceforth to fulfill the promise of our friend's life also, in our own, to the world.”
― Henry David Thoreau