
I woke up at 7 and headed out to take advantage of the early morning light. Referring to light conditions makes me feel like a real photographer, and not a girl whose point-and-shoot is her only prior experience, a girl who, after today's slowly intimidating class, would like to forget that her classmate's photos appear to be conned from National Geographic.
This afternoon, Adam Stoner and I spent a few hours tramping through Hopkins Forest. We discovered that deer pick the best pathways to snowy creekbeds, that the canopy walk requires the use of mobile ladders and should not be attempted with slick shoes, that two pairs of pants offer perfect insulation, and that the life monastic makes great conversation. Along the way, I took some pictures, here offered as my fledglingest of fledgling efforts. Perhaps still in the nest, as none of them have yet been post-processed; this is just raw material from the camera. Tomorrow is a crash course in SLR photography, after which I hope to be more technically conversant. For now, I'm keeping up with my Winter Study mantra: start each day by deciding what to do. Then do it. And leave room for surprises, gratitude and grace.


Love the last photo.
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