I walked out to the most beautiful scene - icicles on branches. They
looked spectacular, glistening in the natural light. I went "snap snap".
You'd think it would be a simple click of a button and viola! - the
perfect picture. But oh! the devil is in the details.
One shot would not do, I clicked away. As I trudged through the soggy
snow, I saw more interesting scenes. I
was lured in. I took the glove off my right hand to press the shutter
and would place it back in the glove after a few clicks. There in was my
mistake. As
I went along, my fingers begun to feel painfully numb. I would place
them back in the glove and hope they would regain some heat but they
only got more painful. Slowly the cold crept into my
fingers eventually setting them ablaze. Like frozen ice tapped to my
bones.
By the time I got to the metro my fingers were pulsating.
I could barely feel them. Nearly as red as strawberries, going a little
purplish. Got me thinking about the photographers at National
Geographic and how they have to brave all kinds of weather. The slight
difference between us though is that they get paid.
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| Two little ducks dangling in the air :-) |
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