It seems that as soon as the mercury drops into a range that only polar bears and penguins are familiar with, I bound out the door with my camera in hand, exhilarated by the way the crisp air seems to clean out our heavy winter lungs. It's almost as exhilarating to see how fast I can get back into the house once my hands have turned to wind-chapped blocks and my camera is frozen so solid that it actually stops advancing. But eventually everything thaws and I get this!
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