Last week’s column showing our deteriorating fence met with a variety of reactions!

“Hey Mitch, looks like you might want to spend a little more time mending fences rather than devising new plans for collecting doggie waste.”

“Cute. But what’s all that mess beyond the fence?”

“Maybe you should have your camera checked.” Funny thing about that comment, I had just sent off a camera body and lens to Canon for an annual clean and tune up. I have a professional arrangement with Canon, so they turned my equipment around in one day. The tech who serviced my gear did not mention any problem so the problem referenced by this commenter must have been with the photographer. Therein lies an element of truth regarding yours truly. Good equipment, peculiar views of the world.

One final reference to the image (not our dog’s digestive issues) came from a devoted viewer (my eldest sister) in Pennsylvania. “So simple, yet so beautiful! Snow dresses up the world.”

Thanks Mary Ann. Always fun to hear your comments – Maine lobster will arrive soon!

So, this week I figured I should try to redeem myself with a less controversial photo made during our most recent and more substantial snow. The timing was pretty good. I was able to plow us out at home and help clean up some properties nearby. Generally, by the time I finish up with clearing snow, the photo opportunities have melted away. Not so with this storm. The day after the bulk of the snow had fallen, we got a bluebird sunny sky day glistening off wonderfully coated surfaces. Just right for some lovely scenes and for a leisurely cruise around the region to enjoy the beauty.

One of my first stops will be familiar to many. Just down the hill from our home is one of my favorite and frequently visited locations. The old home of the late great Roscoe Rand’s boat shop. I’m sure I’m not alone with my interest in this area. Many paintings and photographs have been created at this location. My photo was made from the road above the boat house looking across Cozy Harbor toward the north end of David Island, up through the little gut that separates the island from the mainland. There is no limit to the number of photographs I have made there. I return often at many times of year.

Maybe the viewing public will cut me some slack on this one. No rotten fence or concern for hidden treasures!