Photo-Filled Goodness

Well, the prompt involves photos. I cannot promise that this post will involve photos.

Ekphrasis Post. Go to flickr.com/explore and write a post inspired by the image. Can you link it to your health focus? Don’t forget to post the image!

The photo I landed on is called Blurred birch. For anyone not wishing to click or otherwise needing a verbal description, the photo appears to be of a stand of slender birch trunks. The trunks up close are in focus, but the trees farther away — as well as the burnt orange at the bottom, which might be dead grass or leaves — are out of focus and blurred.

My dad used to take me ice fishing a lot, and I kind of hated it. Lounging around in a boat in summer or even on shore in springtime, muddy ground notwithstanding, is one thing. Sitting on a bucket, starting at a hole in the ice, freezing one’s fingers off, however, is somewhat less awesome — particularly if one is not so enthusiastic about fishing as my father. I’d always considered the fishing part sort of peripheral to the whole expedition.

So as soon as I was allowed to wander (in a part sort of divided up into sections, at a point when I could tell time and reliably meet back at the truck when I was supposed to), I did. Usually back onto shore, where walking was easier. On the open frozen lake, all of the accumulated snow just sat, well, accumulating, which involved snowpants, clunky boots, and tramping across snow maybe a foot deep plus drifts. On shore, however, under the dense trees, the snow was considerably thinner. Large evergreens were the best for this, of course; I could hike my way under a large pine and be completely snow free. But even in the more mixed trees, the snow was much less, which made for comfortable — if chilly — hiking boot walking (no snowpants required).

I don’t remember any places that were entirely birch in this park, along this lake. But we did have a lot of places that were a few tall fir with much shorter mixed birch and quaking aspen underneath. And I have very vivid memories, mostly of color, much like this photo. Not exactly the same since the fir offered a fringe of dark green covering part of where the sky would be. But there would be green fir mottled with blue sky, then the paleness of the bare trunks and branches, then the dark orange of the fall’s fallen leaves.

Albert Ernst Mühlig Wintergewitter

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2 comments on “Photo-Filled Goodness
  1. Any activity where you have to stand/sit still in cold weather is unappealing to me. I tolerate the cold well when I’m moving, but I get so much more cold when I’m not. I probably would have done the exact same thing. 🙂

    • Tori says:

      Yeah, I generally do not tolerate cold well, which is one of the reasons I moved from Michigan to Arizona when I graduated college. (Or at least, one of the reasons why a far southerly move was an okay prospect for me.) Movement — and not-wetness — in cold makes it tolerable because I can generate my own warmth and feel, well, not cold. But sitting on a chunk of frozen water (read: cold wet) = Not. My. Thing.

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