That’s what I felt like as I grabbed my camera and trudged down to the bottom of my driveway during an ice storm early yesterday morning. I couldn’t help myself. The ice, tree, early morning light and the lamp…they were the flame. I was the moth, cold and sleepy, but holding my camera.
The wind was whipping around me, biting at my face. I was unable to find any mittens in the darkness of my house. My fingers were starting to resemble icicles.
I had to get this image. I knew I would regret it if I had stayed inside where the warmth was.
My fear of not having this visual oppourtunity again far outweighed my disdain for cold air and slippery footing at 6am.