I am smelling the chicken breasts baking in the over while what promises to be eight to ten inches of snow falls outdoors. Down into the low teens at night, but without any significant wind-quite comfortable for the Upper Peninsula. Looking forward to my first serious snowshoe trip this weekend, as on Saturday it promises to be very sunny-just the kind of weather for doing something other than photography. Perhaps if I hit the woods early enough, before the sun crests the horizon, I may get some landscape shots in the gogebic range, within the Wolverine Nordic Ski and Snowshoe trails. The Maple and Birch there cast a mosaic of shadow on the snow in early morning light, but the time to capture images can be fleeting on sunny days-as short as a few minutes to get your gear out, set up on the tripod, scene metered, aperture and shutter speed set, and exposure made. Of course, living next to Lake Superior may, as it often does, make the weather completely different than predicted and it may turn out to be a superb day for images. Weather reports here are a very rough guideline. By the looks of what is happening outside now, I suspect I will be blowing snow at 0500, before getting ready for a day at the clinic.
“We cannot have a world where everyone is a victim. "I'm this way because my father made me this way. I'm this way because my husband made me this way." Yes, we are indeed formed by traumas that happen to us. But then you must take charge, you must take over, you are responsible.”
― Camille Paglia