Even though I wasn’t sure where I’d be able to see it. And even though the internet said I should probably have binoculars. And even though I was cold. I decided to drive to the edge of town to see what I could see. I was in one of the cemeteries that I’d visited once or twice before. The driveway and little road through the cemetery were so iced over that I was terrified I was going to lose control and drive over or into a grave, and you just know you will be haunted by whomever you do that to.
With good reason.
So that didn’t happen, and I was happy about that. Grabbed my camera. Grabbed my coffee. The place was a skating rink. You know, you might even become low-grade haunted if you slip and fall on a grave. But I avoided that too. I just became engrossed by the ice. And the pretty sunset. And the deer off in the distance, which were too small to photograph. And then I said, to hell with you, comet. I thought of driving up the road a ways where it might be clearer, but by that time a condition technically known as “too effing cold” set in and I went home.
Hey peeps, I’m on Instagram now. My name is petitpoirier there because I don’t believe in consistency. I just joined last week or something. I’m going to take pictures of the many fascinating things in my environs. So far I really love it for the immediacy and because I’m a sucker for filters. Plus I thought it would just be a really good idea to stretch myself across even more social media. You know?
I plan on posting many of the same kinds of pictures. For all those moments I don’t have my camera. (I’m told such moments aren’t supposed to happen. But they do.) Only I will put up more fleeting and frivolous stuff. That’s not to suggest that a blog devoted to documenting the minutiae of my life isn’t already pretty frivolous. But I would feel kind of silly posting pictures of, I don’t know, a funny pair of sunglasses here.
Not that I necessarily plan to do that on Instagram.
But I might, if they’re really funny. Or sexy. You never know. Although so far it’s pretty much just chickens.
So that’s another way to keep up with me, if you like. I’d love to check out your pictures on Instagram too, hint.
But enough of that crap. This morning I went out with my actual camera and took pictures of the actual hoarfrost and the actual fog and the actual eerie sunshine poking through the actual fog.
As promised the other day, loving close-ups of birch bark. Because it’s so beautiful and graphic and flaky and jagged and smooth and speckled and interesting. I mean, it’s white. It pretty much forces you to look at it. A lot of bark looks pretty much alike. NOT BIRCH BARK.