This was in Chicago, near Lake Michigan.
On shooting in the deadly cold, I will share this: I have perfected the art of freezing your bottom off for the sake of a good shot. With a pair of tights, a pair of long johns, and a pair of winter jeans, I’m only about 30% ready. Add to that the fifteen layers of upper body armor that is housed under a coat big enough to comfortably fit Santa Claus and I’m now 50% ready. Finally, top it off with boots, gloves and a hat and I’m 75% ready. I’m never close to ready without a supply of hand warmers stuck inside my shoes and in the palms of my gloves and in my pockets. Once I have these, I’m 90% ready.
That last 10%? That’s the drive to get myself out there and lie on the cold crunchy snow in fifteen different positions until I find a shot that I like. That drive is the part of my process that I like the most, sometimes I do it on a bicycle. It’s my meditation before the creation time and it helps me feel free and independent.
