It’s cold outside. Properly cold. I still managed to go out with my Hasselblad and take a few photos of the frozen fog that clings to every single tree branch, making the entire world look like a sugar sprinkled dream land. None of the pavements around here are cleared so walking wasn’t easy. Actually, stomping may describe my main form of movement better. Using the camera and taking my hands out of my pockets was challenging enough so I never looked at the time until I returned home, two hours later. My cheeks burning and my fingers numb. But happy and with two film rolls full of wintery goodness.