Like A Moth To The Flame…

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.