Cold weather makes me feel like I'm in a hurry, even when I have no reason to be. I find myself running to the car, stomping on the gas to get the heater working as quickly as possible, and driving a bit faster than I usually would hoping to find my destination warm inside.
I loathe the cold. I don't like shivering, the layers of clothing necessary feel restricting, and my electric bill skyrockets with the heaters on all day.
When the temperature drops, I feel a sense of isolation. When I step outside I don't hear or see birds, squirrels, even insects seem to be hiding from the cold. The sky becomes grey, casts a damper on the colors of the world, and finding motivation to leave the studio becomes more and more of a challenge.
I made this image on one of those cold, windy, dull days. I forced myself to go outside and dig some beauty out of the frigidity. I succeeded in taking some photos that I'm happy with, but this image stands out, not for it's beauty, but because it reflects how I feel in the heart of winter. This boat floats lifelessly on the water, alone, it's sails packed and motor off, patiently waiting for a warmer time, and so am I.