One more day until my son, Dr. Eric Carter, flies in from California to bow hunt for whitetail deer here at Rauhallinen Farm. His chances will be excellent, as this is the first year I have had more bucks than does on the game camera, on a daily basis-from spike horns to a ten point. As is traditional for a U.P. deer camp, I will be putting together Pasties this evening for dinner on Wednesday evening when he is done hunting. I have some Tri-X loaded in the Rolleicord Vb to take his portrait with his buck if he is successful-if not, I will take his portrait anyway. If he gets his deer in time, we plan on a trip to photograph in the Keweenaw Peninsula this coming weekend, as he does not fly out of Minneapolis until Monday. The colors are a bit late this year but should be a little richer further north.
“The north smells different from the city: clearer, thinner. You can see farther. A sawmill, a hill of sawdust, the teepee shape of a sawdust burner; the smokestacks of the copper smelters, the rocks around them bare of trees, burnt-looking, the heaps of blackened slag: I’ve forgotten about these things all winter, but here they are again, and when I see them I remember them, I know them, I greet them as if they are home.”
― Margaret Atwood, Cat's Eye