The snow has melted now. These photographs were taken on our Sunday walk last week. When the snow still covered everything like a big white eiderdown.
I can’t wear gloves when I take pictures. Nor can I wear them when washing dishes. The nerve-endings on my fingertips can’t feel its way around the job at hand. It’s like eating with a blocked nose. There’s no sense of recognition.
What there is, hence, is frozen fingers. Skin burnt red in the cold. And a bunch of photographs taken as quickly as possible.
Chris, this one’s for you. Thank you for the loan of that gorgeous, heavyweight of a lens. I have a few new muscles to show for it. I doubt I did the lens justice, but what a fantastic time was had.