So go the words of the famous poem by Robert W. Service in his infamous The Cremation of Sam McGee. As a youth, I actually memorized this poem to narrate for a church talent show, but before my turn, Steven Heffner read the same damn poem from a book. Naturally, I felt like I couldn’t follow his performance with my own as it’d be a copycat one.
Fast forward probably 35+ years and work sends me to Yellowknife for a week of training delivery – the world capitol of Northern Lights displays. Two days of wondrous displays, and a visit to the Snow Castles of Great Slave Lake, and I came away with a few keepers. Some are better than others of course, yet for better or worse, here’s the selections I kept!
Through this experience, I’ve come to appreciate just how cold it is when your lashes freeze to your face. At -15 below zero Farenheit (about -30 Celcius), it was really hard to operate the camera controls. I kept taking my gloves off to try and adjust the settings, but after 3-4 tries to tweak things, I could start feeling the early stages of frostbite, so left some of the settings at less than desirable positions, and just go for composition.
Granted, not the best of those who do this sort of thing regularly, but I consider this a bucket list item checked. The added irony in this storyline is that I now live in Nashville area of TN, and I have some plum pits I’ve been germinating and perhaps planting this upcoming spring. That said, let’s leave the whole bit of Lake LeBarge to the poem though, eh?
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