February, 1850 and the wind and snow blow in through gaps around your windows, shuttered tight and dark. If the chinking you stuffed between your logs falls out, the walls themselves will become little barrier to the cold. You pray that your log chimney doesn't catch fire again, forcing you to shove it away from your one room home in order to save what you can. There you are, alone, in the dark, cold, waiting, wondering if you will simply survive until the spring thaw. You ration the candles you have made for times only when light is necessary. Is there enough food and game? Will wild predators attack in an attempt to feed themselves during these long cold months? Will unknown hostiles avail themselves of your belongings, or worse..?
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Photo Catherine Atkinson |

Although I love these shots of the cabin and homestead area during the snowstorm, to me Owen Richard's wonderful bison shot (below) looks the most like something from a long lost distant place and time. None-the-less, even this herd of genetically pure bison still exists today at LLELA. Given the attendance level of our bison tours, and the almost inevitable, "Can we see the buffalo?" from our volunteers, I must dedicate a post to them in the future. But for now, I'm sticking with cold, bored, and snow...
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Photo Owen Richards |