Parking for 10!
Peter laces up while Steve encourages.
The sun has already set. This brightness is a slight overexposure to make it look more like day.
Off we go. Unfortunately, Steve and Alex don't own this field. It would surely become our softball, volleyball, horseshoes, and frisbee playing location if they did.
This will be the last time I can pretend to turn dusk into day. Once we plunge into the woods, there's just not enough light.
Steve and Alex are wearing the red headlamps. Mikey B. has a white one; it has fresh batteries.
Rest before hill.
One of several flat tires encountered along the way.
My headlamp is blue and white, evidently.
David will have to abandon the snowshoes after his third flat. Luckily the route is a well-packed snowmobile route.
We've all arrived back safely. The yellow light is coming from the porch. Some correction can be applied for this, but why?
Marty tries the chili.
Shall we move this party outside?
Through the window you can see that the party is moving outside.
Campfire light is orange. I chose not to correct for it because it looks more natural this way.
Two fires are better than one, I always say. One provides easy access for roasting, the other has a lot of artistic (and thus photographic) value.
Old sparky doesn't disappoint.
Steve doesn't realize how wide my lens is and is ducking into the frame. I cropped this photo so that it looks like he knew right.
