Posts Tagged ‘Winter’

Moving out of El Dorado and down the road a piece…more of that snow and sky duet with a knock-down beautiful fence cutting across an otherwise naked field.

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A couple of things: click on the picture for a larger view. This is practically a thumbnail and as such, simply doesn’t do the scene justice.  Also, the white (-ish) background does get lost in the blog theme background colors.

I did multiple shots of the fence–both long and individual sections– and as I play with/edit those, I’ll post. They are minimalist paintings. Question: Why did I not wait till I had worked them all to my satisfaction and then publish a series?  Well, honestly, I couldn’t because I really really like this one and my Delayed Gratification wiring seems to be malfunctioning. 

Seriously. This happens to me a lot. When you get older, stuff wears out.

An afternoon of snowshoeing through the most glorious winter woods you could imagine turned into an overnight in Egg Harbor when wind and snow made a return drive to Green Bay impossible.

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Good friends, big fireplace, good wine and much snappy conversation can tame a snowstorm any day.

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A quick tour of the backyard around 2:00 and then it was back inside to the fireplace.

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Holy cow! Always vigilant for feral dogs and mud swallows, I stumble upon a feral fence and live to tell the story!

Early Monday morning, post-dawnish:

Fog/gray/heavy wet air/lots of new wet snow.  It seemed a fine idea to see what that combination looked like over in the fields behind the church.

Yet…I was reluctant to go exploring in those beautiful fog-softened snow-covered acres.  At the top of my questions/concerns list was Do I really really feel a deep-seated need to go crawling around in the moist-ish snow and get all cold and soggy?

Not one to be hasty about these things, I did brew a pot of coffee and lingered a long while over that first cup while I mulled the issue. Other questions naturally followed: Where were my good wool socks? Which boots should I wear? What are the chances I can lose 5 pounds before I leave for Florida?

When nothing else came up that could divert me from leaving the house, I walked down the hill to the land belonging to the Sisters of St Francis.  I wandered a little deeper than usual into the fields and was rewarded by finding a fence which had enthusiastically gone native. (Think Fence Version of Marlon Brando in Apocalypse Now!)

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I’ve finished each of these shots just a little differently because each seemed to ask for slightly different handling.

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I was out for maybe an hour. The fields were beautiful, the fence was a treasure and wet wasn’t a problem, not with good wool socks and the right boots.

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Beauty is twice beauty

and what is good is doubly good

when it is a matter of two socks

made of wool in winter.

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North of Menasha and south of Wrightstown, a mile or so off the main road. A short access road, cross some railroad tracks and pass a gate posted “No Trespassing.”  There was no other signage nor indicator as to who/what owned this area. If pressed, I would suggest maybe the railroad.

I entered through the opening between the gate and the fence and if I could saunter in, so could anybody, because let’s face it: my days as a potential Cat Woman stunt-double are in my rear view mirror. Therefore, I took the whole “No Trespassing” thing as maybe a suggestion, just as I always felt the assigned task of finding x in Algebra was meant to be taken more ironically than literally.

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There is an abandoned farm around the corner from where I live and I have photographed its exteriors countless times. I’ve always gone by myself and am careful to stand only in the driveway/road area of the farm, held there by my fears of abandoned wells, feral mud swallows and hidden tiger pits.  (Do the math: if I’m alone, who’s going to send Lassie to find Timmy when I’m at the bottom of said well?)

A few days ago, my friend, Marjorie, and I decided to walk over, maybe take a few pictures, but mostly just get out for a little walk before sunset.

I’m snapping away when I hear “Patricia! You must come see this!”

And I see Marjorie slipping through this opening into the barn.

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These shots are from the interior of the barn. I took particular care not to adjust color, saturation or anything that could change the rich quality of light that surrounded us. And whatever I was able to capture, I really have not done it justice.

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 The intense golden light outdoors had come in out of the cold and washed the wooden interior of the barn in an incredibly warm glow.

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Sunset here is around 4:15, so these shots were taken at 3:30 or later.

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You can see in this next picture just how low the sun is.

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We skirted the edges near the doorways and completely avoided the hay, standing only on bare concrete or rock. (Marjorie and I are Total Rebels, not Total Fools.)

Next time: Wait! There’s more!