The ravensburg proving ground
People said that once the kids had fledged, and the livestock holdings had been trimmed, we would have more leisure time. Because this has not turned out to be the case, I have to believe that Pairodox must offer a classic example of the Law of Conservation of Responsibility which, by the way, states that the number of things you are responsible for increases asymptotically and then remains constant, forever. When one is relieved of a particular responsibility, another is added such that the total number of things one is responsible for never, ever, changes. [Perhaps we can consider this the Fourth Law of Thermodynamics (well, the fifth really, which means that there are four others … for there is a Zeroth Law (If two thermodynamic systems are each in thermal equilibrium with a third, then they are in thermal equilibrium with each other)]. Anyway, it’s always a delight when a bit of slack presents itself in the schedule of responsibilities which is my busy life. And this is especially so if there is sufficient time to be out with the camera. Yesterday, despite gray and overcast skies, just such an opportunity arose. I jumped into the truck, and with my Nikon 16-35 f/4G. I drove south to Ravensburg State Park. In a recent post entitled, A slightly different vantage, I spoke of the fact that Nikon’s 14-24 could not be fitted, easily, with filters. That post was illustrated with an image which was taken with a 24-70 which does accept filters, but I complained about the 84° angle of coverage (the 14-24 covers 114°). This new lens, the 16-35, does accept filters and has an expansive 107° of coverage. When I got out of the truck I fixed my polarizer to the lens. What a wonderment, to have the filter and the wide view. I had lots of fun with the combination. This pretty little park isn’t far from us and I was the only one present, it was a delight to be alone and to have the place to myself. There were plenty of ferns around and many were surrounded by delicate wraps of melting snow. Moss-covered rocks and boulders filled the landscape and added a degree of fine texture to the otherwise course stream bed. I looked at a topographic map, this evening, and determined that Gottshall and Rocky Runs merge to form Rauchtown Creek which flows through the park. Certain followers of this blog will be aghast to know that within a minute or so of entering the creek I discovered that one of my boots had a leak. There was no longer any good reason to worry that I would walk into water too deep for the tops of my boots, so why not venture into water just-below-the-knees? The bottom was quite slippery and my only real worry was that I would take a spill and get my camera wet. No worries, for I found that I could use my tripod to good advantage as a walking stick (something that I’m sure that the folks at Gitzo would never have imagined). The logic, regarding my feet, was that the neoprene construction of the boots would act like a wetsuit. The warmth of my feet and ankles would warm the fluid in the boot and provide a toasty layer of insulation. The only flaw in my logic was that, with each step, the water in the boot was exchanged with chilled creek water. After more than an hour of walking up-stream I realized that I could not feel my toes and determined that Joanna would be upset if I ended up having to call her to come and get me (I was not all that isolated, really, for I did have my cell phone … and it was in my pocket … and it was fully charged). My boots have been positioned in front of the cookstove for more than 24 hours now and they are still not dry. But it was worth it.