Last week, I missed it. There was a beautiful sunrise and it lit up the sky but was fleeting. I was running a little later than I had hoped and the sky was already brilliant when I pulled out of the neighborhood, but the clouds were so low and the cloud bank started so far east, it was fading as I pulled up to the canal crossing at Bolivar Road, less than one minute away.
When I went to bed last night the forecast looked too promising to stay in bed, even though the forecast was for a wake-up temp of 8 degrees. Imagine my discontent when the car thermometer never crested 0 degrees on my drive to the bridge on Poolbrook Road that crosses the old Erie Canal.
Strangely, everything went according to plan. I found an obvious composition that I was pleased with and I had the pleasant surprise of interesting textures in the ice right dab in the center. I had dressed appropriately. I was prepared for my battery to die in the cold and had the extra battery warming in my jacket pocket. I remembered to bring my strobe flashlight to signal cars while I was standing on the narrow bridge. Oh, and the sky treated me to some lovely colors as well.
As I drove away the sky to the north and west was pretty with a lovely pastel pink/purple hue lighting a lot of ground cover that glistened with a thick frost. Even still, I decided to go home, get warm, and discover what I had captured.
The final result exceeded my expectations.
