DEALING WITH THE WIND CHILL (II)


A second round of photos from last weekend’s trip to the Northwoods of Wisconsin. Our friend Bryan built his cabin near this remarkable tree. I have photographed it, but never during a snow storm before. Actually I wasn’t really motivated to go out and wade through the deep snow to get the tree from this angle. Instead I just played with the camera and shot this image through the glass of a window. 

As mentioned yesterday already, no snow stuck to the trees for long due to the high winds, but I think with its toning and long shadows the photo still tells the story about a very cold winter day up north on the frozen tundra.

The question came in, “how was the ice fishing?” I guess, this picture tells it all. What you see is the black tip of the flag that goes up when a fish bites. The orange stick is just for safety, so no stranger drives over your fishing hole accidentally. The photo was shot with an iPhone 12 after I had already removed my three tip-ups from the ice. Our friend Doug had his fishing gear still out when I snapped the pic. We all cleaned the drilled holes in the approximately 15” (38 cm) thick ice quite often to prevent them to freeze over, but the drifting snow covered the depression and the tip-up within minutes. It was faster then I have ever seen it in 17 years of ice fishing fun. We had a few flags going up and it was never because of a serious bite, just triggered by the icy winds. Yield of the day, one Bluegill, caught by Bryan’s son Clayton with a jigging rod at a hole next to his truck. Experience means nothing while ice fishing… 😆

MISPLACED TUNDRA (NOT REALLY)


Cranberry Glades, West Virginia ------   

If you walk on a trail through a bog in the fall, like the Cranberry Glades in West Virginia, the peak season for flower and plant photography is already over. The Glades resemble an arctic tundra that seems to be misplaced in the southern mountains. Many rare plants, critters, and birds can be found here that are usually common to the bogs in the far north. This is a botanical paradise but so late in the season you may have to look for other things. With open eyes for the light on the landscape pictures can still be made. This fir, standing exposed in the bog, became my subject when a shaft of light broke through the clouds. The remains of woolgrass put little white dots into the grass and the bare trees in the background tell more about how close this 3,400 feet high location was to winter already in October.