Today was a proud day. Today, I overcame sleep depravation and some good old fashioned single digit temperatures to get out and take some pictures.
In years past this was the norm. I rarely went a week without seeing at least one sunrise. It could have been a pleasant 65 degrees with a slight breeze or negative 10 with sea smoke rising out of the North Atlantic, either way I was there, with my camera.
Today, I was there again. I bundled myself up, crawled across those all too familiar frozen rocks, and even got a few frames to work with.
I can't think of a better way to start the day.