Sunset On Birch

This photo isn’t quite as crisp as I would like it to be, but I love the glow of the setting sun on the white bark of the birch tree. I was snapping a series of successive sunset photos, through an open second floor window, when this tree caught my eye. The sun was just about to dip below a western hill, on a frigidly cold February afternoon. The cold air was spilling in on me, while the aroma of corned beef, simmering on a back burner, was wafting up the stairs. I snapped the last of the photos as twilight began to fall and headed downstairs to finish preparing the simple, one-pot meal any one of my ancestors would have cooked, going back many generations. But as I plated the corned beef, cabbage, carrots and potatoes, I knew no others who had gone before me, would have had the luxury of time and technology, allowing them to take photographs at their leisure on a winter’s afternoon.

Thank you for the recipe consultation Gail!