Okay, enough thesaurus-rattling. All I really mean to say is, I’m tired of this cold weather. Bring on a chinook, a real one this time, not just a tease like we had last week. I want a snow-eater, I want a slush-maker, I want a drift-melter, a road-sloppier, an excuse to buy a case of windshield-washer fluid.
I want those deceased days from October and November back on their feet.
It hadn’t seemed this cold as I headed west. The sun was shining, filling the truck with its radiant warmth. But it wasn’t long until I found out just how cold it really was.
Just so you know, I shoot a lot of pictures from inside my truck. It might seem lazy but I see a lot of wildlife along the roadsides and if I were to stop the truck and get out to take a picture, most wildlife would take one look at me and rocket away. But for some reason, those same birds and animals are much less spooked by vehicles so I’ve found it far more effective to just ease to a stop, clamp my camera to the edge of my window, take my pictures and roll on.
But because I often use a long lens and I’m pretty much always shooting video at the same time as I shoot my still pictures, I have trouble keeping things in focus when I first roll down the windows. The warm air from inside the truck is less dense than the cold air outside so for a few moments, it’s like trying to shoot pictures through moving water.
So to equalize the temperature inside the truck with the outside, I roll down the windows whenever I see something I might want to shoot.
That’s what I did when I saw the whitetails in Bow Valley Park.