Bliss. Hiking into camp in the winter is a favorite of mine, too. I try to do it at least once each winter. I’m overdue and reading this was just perfect. Cheers, Neighbor.
The eloquent words of this piece meld perfectly with your remarkable photographs 👏👏 You’ve awakened in me my own snow bound memories of Switzerland and Saratoga Springs, as well as the epic Connecticut snowstorms that cancelled school for three consecutive days or more and filled me with a childlike thrill. Your adventures in rough living in survival mode are even more surreal to me from the vantage point of today’s gentle February breeze in my California desert oasis. Reading your piece is reconnecting me with my muscle memory of shoveling, scraping, defrosting over decades…I sense the primal joy you feel as you measure yourself against the elements:)
Bliss. Hiking into camp in the winter is a favorite of mine, too. I try to do it at least once each winter. I’m overdue and reading this was just perfect. Cheers, Neighbor.
The eloquent words of this piece meld perfectly with your remarkable photographs 👏👏 You’ve awakened in me my own snow bound memories of Switzerland and Saratoga Springs, as well as the epic Connecticut snowstorms that cancelled school for three consecutive days or more and filled me with a childlike thrill. Your adventures in rough living in survival mode are even more surreal to me from the vantage point of today’s gentle February breeze in my California desert oasis. Reading your piece is reconnecting me with my muscle memory of shoveling, scraping, defrosting over decades…I sense the primal joy you feel as you measure yourself against the elements:)
This is Marc, btw 😆