The Big Snow Walk lasted about three hours. I didn't feel the cold — just stopped sometimes to smoke and warm up my fingers, which were no longer able to properly release the shutter.
By 7 p.m. the frost started to get hard, but I couldn't stop — the built-in flash was creating magical patterns of snowflakes. Each time was different.
When the ice started to appear on lens, I decided to take the last two shots and finally go home. The first one was bad, the second one in front of you.
Have you noticed that because of the snow — the cold snow! — everything around you is starting to look very warm?