Dawn at 40 below
By Alan Franz
16 Jan 2009
The sun wasn't quite up, and not much was moving. Standing in the midst of the fog in this temperature is an other-worldly experience. The air is thick. As it hits my throat and lungs I think it must have felt like this when I took my very first breath.
I come across a deer that is close to taking its last. I try to help it up and get it moving but hypothermia has it well in grasp. It will not see the end of this day.
It's frigid, it's beautiful, and other than an occasional tree cracking in the woods, it's quiet. I head home knowing that the rest of the day will not seem so cold.
3 responses
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Michael Adams gave props (16 Jan 2009):
Wonderful essay. Very sad about the deer but that is reality.
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Norman Caldwell gave props (17 Jan 2009):
Great, great series! love it__
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Alexis Gerard gave props (12 Mar 2009):
Wonderful photo essay, you have my vote
