Winter Photography -10 degrees of foolish

A 10 degree day.

Or, perhaps better titled, The Idiotic Nature Of A Frozen Photographer. Or maybe 10 Degrees Of Foolishness.

Today must be remembered, forever stamped as the day I nearly lost my mind. And perhaps my toes.

After a snowy, icy week it was a welcome treat to see blue sky this morning. And technically, winter hasn’t hit yet.

 

 

I am one of those who mistakes sunshine for good walking weather

Even when hearing the wind against the house and seeing the blinding glint of ice reflecting from the street.

The bitter wind was no match for my layers, but my single socked tootsies were fair game. They hurt within minutes of leaving. Seeing no other forms of life was telling.

Having to walk in the middle of the street to avoid ice, might have been a clue to turn back. Not for this stubborn pedestrian.

 

 

10 degrees is not a great walk

I made it around the block, with my nose stinging and my feet unable to wiggle. That wind hurt, and PAINFUL is the only way to describe it, slipping through the cracks of my scarf.

I walked home and did what anyone else would, considering.

I grabbed my camera and set out again. F.O.O.L.I.S.H.

 

 

Why? Because a single gust of wind blew the frozen pellets across the street in visible waves of white.

People who don’t live near this beauty would want to see it, I reasoned.

 

 

Stuff you learn in winter

I crossed a line between sanity and freakishly dumb. All for a few pictures, that didn’t even turn out exceptional. The things I do for you ♥.

Though, in retrospect, you would have whispered, “It’s not worth it…go back inside…”

 

 

A good painful hour followed, with burning eyes and searing fingers and noses.

So even if the pictures are subpar, they are hard won!

And dangit, they are going to be shared.

How quickly the tornados of a few weeks ago are nearly forgotten without broken reminders. And fall already a fading memory.

 

 

Oh, I checked the temperature after I got home.

Next time I will remember to look before I open the door, bundled up almost to the point of immobility. Then I will close the door and pull out an exercise dvd.

As the locals do, not ignorant transplants.

10 degrees. Wind chill-zero.

The perfect temp to enjoy the view from inside.