Oh my god, it’s cold.
It’s really cold outside.
Since it’s wintertime, I’m going to do what I can to make my blog posts appropriate to the season. These pictures are from a piece I did for the New York Times about tourism in the abyss of winter. Fortunately for me, it wasn’t very abyss outside, just really really cold.
Shooting in the winter, large lakes become alleyways for wind to get good and fast, all the better to make my ears and fingers freeze. However, if the weather is right, then the pictures will be amazing. It’s all about being at an extreme. There is a sweep to the sky and the ice in the wintertime that has no equal in the summer.
Probably because I can’t stand on the water in the summer.
Strange, yet fascinating people.
I was fortunate enough to be spending time taking pictures of Mark Hulst, a gentleman who lives and fishes on Hamlin Lake and rents a cabin to sportsmen hearty enough to brave the elements in the pursuit peace, quiet, and freshwater fish. These are hardcore people. Ten degrees is not nearly as relevant to these people as the disposition of the fish, and whether or not they are biting.
Since I spent time on the ice, I was treated to coffee, schnapps and a pragmatic humor that is found only among outdoorsmen on a good day. [o]
