Photography takes up a significant part of my dreams.  My day dreams, not the ones where members of the British Royal Family appear in various capacities.  And what I am thinking about?  For a while I’ve thought “wouldn’t it be great to go to some kind of ungodly cold/hot place and photograph it, I mean really photograph it.”  Not just the surface stuff but be there, trudge through it and photograph it so that the people looking at the photo actually feel like it was to be there.

It also suddenly struck me that in my journalism career, I never would have wanted to endure anything close to this kind of stuff to get a story.  I wouldn’t have endured crazy conditions or anything like that just to get the story.  Don’t get me wrong.  I am a rough and tough kind of a person, but I never would have gone out into a war zone to get a news story.  To get a good photo, I’d so do it.

But here I am just talking about rough weather conditions.  Rough weather that makes you slightly insane, like what I experienced today.  As I may have mentioned in my previous entry, the weather around here lately has been a little cold.  OK, really insanely cold and I just can’t take it anymore.  What possessed me to walk through this crap is beyond me.  The point of my walk wasn’t to take the photos.  It was to run an errand.  The photos that ensued were just pure luck.  As I walked I got so cold I started to feel like I was going to faint or like I was about to walk out of my body.  Like I was entering some new level of consciousness where I hadn’t been before.  Happy to be there, needless to say.

Let’s see the results: