that’s me. first one up. newspaper, kindling, and bits of wood were all arranged in the wood stove last night, ready for the touch of a match. when i returned from snapping this photo, the camp was already starting to warm up. i threw a few more sticks on and closed it down.
turning my back on the pond, i discover what’s happening in the woods.
steady, fifteen-mile-an-hour winds are whipping up whitecaps on the pond today. i needed to secure my hat with a scarf tied under my chin to keep it on my head so i could snap this.
in the the few minutes after sunrise, before the wind picks up and disturbs the surface of the water, tranquility reigns. i bundle up and oh-so-quietly take my coffee outside, hoping that the rest of the household continues to slumber on.
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