It was cold. Somewhere near -50, if I remember correctly. A few of us were getting antsy, and knew Dallas would be arriving shortly, thanks to GPS tracking devices.
It’s always a bit of a gamble to head out too early. At -50, your body, your camera, and your lenses will all hate you if you head out too early. Nobody wants to spend an hour outside at those temperatures. (though you have to wonder – how do those mushers do it?)
And if you head out too late – you’ll miss the shot. Continue reading