I should have just gone out yesterday when I first noticed the good light, but I had some things to do. Plus, it was windy. And I couldn’t decide where to go. So I dithered. Eventually, I decided I just needed to get out of the house. I hopped in the truck and drove to the Platte.
I figured I’d explore the river and maybe photograph ice and frost along the edge of the channels. Unfortunately, when I arrived, the river level was higher than I’d expected and there was less ice than I’d hoped. As a result, after checking out a couple potential access points, I left the river without even getting out of the truck. Still dithering.
The sun was getting higher and the wind velocity was increasing, so I needed to find a spot quickly. I stopped messing around and headed a little further west to the site where we converted an old sand and gravel pit to a wetland. It never fails to provide good opportunities and I don’t know why I didn’t just start there.
I needed that place and time. Lying on the ice and photographing ice bubbles and other hidden treasures, I was reminded of how long it had been since I’d been out with my camera. I was noisily buzzed by a big flock of blackbirds, followed some mouse tracks through a patch of light snow along the shaded river bank, and only punched my foot through thin ice once (in very shallow water – never fear). It was wonderful.
A lot of the shots from yesterday are eerily similar to photos already in my library. It didn’t matter at all. The photos were still fun to take and it was just comforting and enjoyable to be there. Finding new versions of familiar subjects was perfectly acceptable. I left feeling refreshed and ready to hit the pile of other work waiting for me on my desk. The prairie (and embedded wetlands) are always there when we need them, huh?