Spectating

One gusty morning I arose early before sunrise and headed toward the inaccessibly parkway down Schulls Mill way and saw some lovely "Alpenglow" from the early morning sun on the surrounding hills. But it has been so overcast these ultra-cold early mornings that I've stayed inside and worked on a few projects. At the moment I'm up in Blowing Rock, NC having a trout dinner at one of my favorite little restaurants here: Roca Grill. This has been a family weekend up with Susan's sister and brother-in-law. Amazing really that they even made it since it was snowing in Atlanta, of all places, and schools were universally canceled because of the "black ice." Emory and Jeannie live in Cumming, GA on Lake Lanier. IMS (If memory serves) when I was a kid on drives to my native Savannah I'd see the billboard proclaiming Lake Lanier as the world's largest manmade lake, c/o The Army Corps of Engineers. But they enjoy, when at all possible, annual pilgrimages to our neck of the woods in the high country; after all, it's like a different country (even to us, and we can reach it from Greensboro in two hours flat).

BUT, why a picture of an 18th-century volume of The Spectator here? Why indeed except that I've been relatively lazy about using all my camera gear so carefully and faithfully exported here to photograph the snowy scenes and inklings of the 15-below-wind-chill factor. But I don't like using posterous only for narrative entries so found an old picture I took of one page in my only volume of The Spectator. It's taken with the lovely 85mm Canon "prime" lens, and this image shows just how shallow is the depth of field. It's great for portraits of ONE subject, esp. women and children. So what imp of the perverse would prompt me to use it in taking portraits of two or three subjects (I recently attempted this and hardily don't recommend it.) 

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