Nothing burns like the cold. After less than a half hour out at Barton Dam, we couldn’t feel our fingers and what we could feel HURT. I was all over the idea of grabbing the equipment and making a heads-down dash to the car. But Greg looked up and with the dam at your back, you’re facing the train trestle and trellised walkway, which was just, well…, kind of beautiful.
As photography technique, never skip the opportunity to look up.