After having temporarily fled Bear Woods for warmer ground(5 degrees vs. -3 degrees) I returned last night. I am not a hermit or a recluse by any means but there is something to be said about solitude. Evelyn and I talked last night about our fondest memories with each other. All of them seemed to have the theme of peace and solitude away from the hustle and bustle of the city. I remember one day before anyone lived on our street except maybe one person, it was December 31, 1999. We decided to lay down in the middle of the road and stare at the stars and Milky Way above us. We also secretly hoped we would see the complete failure of the power grid due to the whole Y2K thing. That never happened of course. We did see several shooting stars above our heads that evening and it truly made us feel that we were at the center of the universe, well our universe anyway.
This morning I took a short little stroll down to the creek behind the house to see how much ice was still there. There was some and it brought out cool highlights on the creek that normally aren’t there. The solitude that the stream offers on a crisp winter morning is sometimes just what the doctor ordered. Solitude is not about being alone or lonely, to me it is about being one with yourself and with the land around you. That is why Evelyn and I enjoy our time in Bear Woods, it offers the chance to be away from it all and not feel alone. Wikipedia makes the distinction of solitude vs. loneliness as such: In this sense, these two words refer, respectively, to the joy and the pain of being alone.
Sony a7R with the Zeiss 35mm f2.8, Aperture Priority, f8, +0 stops of exposure compensation, ISO 50, resulting in a shutter speed of 1 second, Marumi Circular Polarizer, Vanguard Alta Pro tripod and BBH head, processed in Lightroom 5.