Cold cold morning at the Long Trail suspension bridge. I had envisioned a much different set of images – but the cold and the bumbling photographer left with what he could get. Comical, to watch, I’m sure. -8dF in the car before I walked to the bridge. The windchill over the frozen river, in the valley before sunrise was painful. Fingers didn’t work, backpack straps got tangled, tripod nearly got tipped, glasses froze over with exhalation condensation.