Sunday morning on the lake. While I was staying at the Northernaire resort in Three Lakes Wisconsin this weekend, I got up early and headed out on the ice. It was two below and I was on my snowshoes crunching my way across the frozen lake. My tripod slung over my shoulder never felt more like a rifle. The fantasy of being a mountain man in the unsettled old West was fun until my hands started to get really cold.

I was up there to take pictures of the resort for the website and other promotional materials. The place was completed this summer and is rather empty right now. If you are looking for a really nice and luxurious place to escape to, they are renting at a discount. It’s a great place and a great real right now, but when summer hits, it will book up fast. I’ll post some pictures of the place itself later.

That beautiful morning light. So much easier to see now that it happens closer to noon than midnight. I saw wonderfully-pink clouds Tuesday morning as I was leaving for Caribou Coffee and sprinted for the lake. Of course, I missed it, but it reminded me of this picture I took earlier in the summer when you actually had to make an effort to see it.