Log Lady Visits Chile
Channelling my inner Log Lady, I found the most elegant piece of Lenga detritus and hauled it down to the lake. When I arrived it was perfectly calm - the wind tends to die down towards winter. I guarded my wooden centrepiece like it was my first born, ready to use my tripod as a weapon in case any marauding gangs of photographers dared to encroach. Slowly the cloud started to break up revealing the sublime Cuernos—a rarity on my visit. Eventually, a few photographers arrived, breathless and late, and I was more than happy to share my hard-won find with them.
Channelling my inner Log Lady, I found the most elegant piece of Lenga detritus and hauled it down to the lake. When I arrived it was perfectly calm - the wind tends to die down towards winter. I guarded my wooden centrepiece like it was my first born, ready to use my tripod as a weapon in case any marauding gangs of photographers dared to encroach. Slowly the cloud started to break up revealing the sublime Cuernos—a rarity on my visit. Eventually, a few photographers arrived, breathless and late, and I was more than happy to share my hard-won find with them.
Channelling my inner Log Lady, I found the most elegant piece of Lenga detritus and hauled it down to the lake. When I arrived it was perfectly calm - the wind tends to die down towards winter. I guarded my wooden centrepiece like it was my first born, ready to use my tripod as a weapon in case any marauding gangs of photographers dared to encroach. Slowly the cloud started to break up revealing the sublime Cuernos—a rarity on my visit. Eventually, a few photographers arrived, breathless and late, and I was more than happy to share my hard-won find with them.