This is one of my favorite photographs. It was a chilly morning and the dew had frozen. I suppose that’s technically called a frost, but for some reason this was thicker and more widespread, rather than simply frosty in specific areas. Either way, it was beautiful.
I grabbed my camera and a 50mm prime lens and set about to using this frost, or frozen dew, to its best expression. The wooden fence in the front yard would serve as the backdrop.
But the bottle and glass wouldn’t set right. It would sink too far down into the grass, sit crooked – they were like trying to get a family photo with a bunch of tired, hungry, bored toddlers.
I found a small piece of wood that used to be the roof on a carpenter bee trap, and sunk it down into the white grass to give it something solid to rest upon, and then I got my shot, laying on the ground in my Walls coveralls and jacket.
I wanted to take full advantage of this special weather treat, so I didn’t skimp on setups and photos taken, but this one was the best. I couldn’t have been more blessed to have the time I did to get this perfect photo because not even 5 minutes later, the sun had thawed the yard, and this moment in time was no more.
The rye is an age-old name for ryes, and the bottles they use nowadays are distinctly different that the bottle I used in this photo in March of 2020.
It’s a typical rye, with buttery notes, those baking spices, toasted cereals, and freshly harvested hay. I’m tasting the 4-year, which is a great beginner rye, flavorful but at 80-proof, it’s mild and thin.
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Cheers!