Wednesday 18 January 2012

two


It is so easy to allow a thing of beauty to slip by unrecorded. Daybreak in December, and its -12c, feet frozen, hands so cold that they sting with pain and shivering to the core. A half mile walk to recover a car abandoned the night before in drifting snow, and yet still, habitually I carry the camera, raise the finder to my eye and make a new image, working quickly to get back on the move and mobilise against the anger of the cold.

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