It was snowing steadily by this time, big flakes that showed off their intricate designs against the black fleece of my gloves, and I wished for about the hundredth time that I was able to capture them in a photo (another project for another day).
I walked out across the dam (the road runs along the top of it) to the little fishing/observation platform and stared out across the frozen surface, past the little islands to the mountains beyond, remembering yet again why this landscape appeals to me. This was a natural choice for a panorama and I was drawn to the almost monochrome nature of the scene, and especially to the crack running through the ice out across the lake.
I knew I wanted the panorama to include the full sweep of the pond, from one side of the dam to the other, so I started my series on the left-hand side (I usually do, for whatever reason), including the dam and road as that side’s anchor and shooting across in a series of vertical frames, with approximately a 30% overlap for each, until I reached the dam again on the right.
In post I ended up cropping in on the right side, because I didn’t want my Jeep or some of the brush along the dam in the scene, so it’s not quite a 180 degree view.
This is the only other photo I took from the dam that I kept. At this point my battery was dying and I had just discovered that not only was one of the backup batteries in my case unexpectedly dead, but that like a fool, I’d forgotten to bring the battery chargers to Vermont with me. I went back to the Jeep and switched lenses, swapping the Oly 12-40 for the Lumix 35-100, avoiding the falling snow, and walked back out onto the dam.
There are three islands in the pond (well, at least three that I can see and therefore know of), none of them very big. Some rocks, a few trees, and that’s it. I understand that in the spring, Loons nest on them, which is awesome. But now they’re ice-bound and I wanted to get a frame where they were all aligned across the lake, looking on to the mountain beyond.
I ended up settling on this shot in the end, which shows only two of the three, islands of texture and elevation in an otherwise blank, flat expanse of frozen pond. The air is filled with snow and you can see some of the flakes at higher resolutions.
I called it a morning after this; I knew that mom would have breakfast cooking and the lure of hot coffee and scrambled eggs was too much for me to resist. But it as a good morning overall, and let me flex some creative muscles that haven’t had much of a workout lately.