What a Difference a Few Minutes Makes

While it rained most of the weekend, we managed to find a couple moments of sunshine – even if it was only peeking through the clouds.

Saturday, 7:20pm (click to embiggen)
Rapid River

We had gone out for a drive, hoping for a pretty show as the sun dropped below the cloud plane, but gave up and went back home amidst drizzle. Minutes later, I glanced and the window, and the grabbed my camera at a full run out to the back pasture.

Saturday, 7:54pm

I was glad I sprinted. Seconds later, the color was already bleeding out of the sky.
Saturday, 7:55pm (click to embiggen)

Shortly after that, the color was gone entirely. I ran back in, again, amidst drizzle.

Last night, the sun executed a repeat performance…and so did we. Though no precipitation rained on our parade, we went for a walk under textured low clouds, and then drove to the marina in Alden for the show. Nothing, nothing, nothing. And then this:

Sunday, 7:52pm (click to embiggen)
Gorgeous Alden sunset

Even the guys out fishing stopped for photographs and awed commentary.

Sunday, 7:53pm (click to embiggen)
Alden sunset pano

But again, seconds later, and the show was over. Truly, a few seconds can make all the difference. Hoping you always have seconds for the differences you seek.

Sunday, 7:55pm
remains of Alden sunset

The Little Things

Sometime on Saturday, my feed reader chose to alert me that Jess had published a blog – on Friday – featuring some of her favorite photos she’d snapped last week. (My reader has stopped pulling updates from all the blogs I read. It still updates some, just not all, and not regularly, which isn’t frustrating at all…grr!) I had my favorite, but this picture is what inspired me to go searching with my lens on Sunday morning. Continue reading

In which I run, and ski, and photograph the in betweens

Just when I had resigned myself to staying inside for the remainder of my blue-sky Friday, the snowplow went by, clearing the way for an afternoon walk. I suited up appropriately and then left the house. Less than a half mile through the four-mile trek, I decided to try running half of it. I wasn’t dressed great for a run – too warm in my down coat among other added layers – but I was eager to try the Yak Trax for the first time, and if you’re a runner (or a previous runner), then you know how strong the pull is once the idea has crept into your brain. However, it’s been…well I don’t know how long it’s been. Suffice it to say it’s been a while since I’ve run because even though we have a treadmill, the only thing it gets used for is cool-downs from other workouts. And because I don’t like to run miles through melty, squishy snow, or in snow drifts. So, I settled for two miles so that I wouldn’t get overheated, and because we had planned to ski Saturday morning (I didn’t want to overdo it). Continue reading