I’m a charter member of the “Crack of Noon” club. Those that prefer a calming entrance to the day and allowing the temperatures to warm sufficiently for a few hours of vigorous play. Most of my life, I’ve preferred cooler weather and winter sports. Fewer people. However I’m pretty much over cold, rather, fucking cold, by definition. Anything below freezing and I’m just not a happy camper anymore. Probably due to old age but so what, I lived most of my life in snow country and embraced winter like few others. Time to let the youngsters in.

Fall and winter light encourage crack of nooners. Low angle light, moderate, soothing; Impressionistic colors.

I’ll start to make my way south soon, following fall. Maybe I was a migratory bird in a past life. Who knows.