The warm sunlight breaking over town with the crispy snow and coating of ice provided a great container to capture the sugar shack at sunrise. Hank did catch us hunting the sun, in his soon to be packed operation. As he stepped out onto the porch of his connected farmhouse he said “Won’t be smokin till 10″ dressed only in his fuzzy blue bathrobe he looked about 15 feet tall up on the steps to the farmhouse from the pathway leading to the shack. “I got help coming in at 10 and more at 11, we’ll be ready by noon for the crowds” Hank left us to our film, and made it a point that he had pecans cooking he had to tend to.
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