The entrance to Trevor Hill on Rosemont Farm.
The "Blizzard of '96" was Big Fun at Otter Run. We were snowed in for almost exactly 7 days: Saturday night to Saturday afternoon. I had gotten a displosable panoramic camera in my stocking for Christmas, so I went out the day after the first strom and shoot all the film in it. I also took the Spaniels out cross country skiing in the deep snow, so there's a mess of Spaniel shots in here.
The entrance to Trevor Hill on Rosemont Farm.
The unfortunate neighbor's 4WD, abandoned on our road.
That's our house behind the fence on the left.
Beth trudging across the wind-whipped tundra, where once was our road.
Spaniels discover sentient life forms.
Hunker down to snap a shot, and it's -- PUPATTACK!!!
Why they call them "Springers."
You can tell by the flying ears that she's well past apogee.
Sunrise down by Catoctin Creek, out on the back 40.
Ice on the trees at sunrise, seen from our bedroom.
Late afternoon, looking south.
Spaniels trudging across the tundra.
Bounding Spaniel down by the creek.
The local Spaniel patrol.
Sunrise from our bedroom.
Late afternoon, looking east.
Spaniel at the gates of dawn.
"I'll follow the sun."
Art Spaniel.
Windblown art Spaniel.
Spaniel "in deep."