Sunrise over Long's Peak 12-18-2016.
I must say, I am pretty proud of this one. Not only did it turn out well (I hope you agree), but it took quite a bit of work. I woke up at 4 a.m. and drove to a secret spot I have always been drawn to. I parked the car, and trudged up a steep snow packed hill that I should have probably had crampons on for about 40 minutes. The temperature was a balmy -13, and the wind was whipping from 30-50mph. I have no idea what the wind chill was, but probably -30 range. It was cold. Damn cold. Even for me, the guy who perpetually wears Chacos on cold treks around the world. I setup the tripod and got the camera situated and did a few test exposures, and the battery died in 5 minutes. Further illustrates how cold it was. Fortunately, I carry a few batteries. Then, it was a waiting game. For roughly an hour in the dark, I did the chicken dances, jumping jacks, high kicks ...you name it..waiting. The wind was still whipping, I didn't know if I would get clear views. Then, instantly...the sky lit up and provided colors only Mother Nature so frequently fashions. I re-dialed in my ISO, shutter speed, aperature. All set. I then tried to push the shutter. My hand was too damn cold to press the button, and the button was partially frozen stuck. I knew the light would last for a brief moment, so I frantically toggled the camera to turn on my remote trigger and then dug through my bag to find it. This is the result. Again, I am pretty proud of this one. Photography teaches me so much about patience, discomfort, observing and being absolutely blown away by our world when you get out there. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!