Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

-1°


This morning, in a predawn hoarfrost world, with a temperature of -1°, I scampered out to sit my hot tub outside.

-1° before sunrise is its own reality.  No sounds.  The air itself sparkling.  Steam curling around my face and turning to frost in my tangles of bed-hair. 

Where warm and cold meet, the moisture instantly clamps still and turns perfectly white.  The opposite of hot lava meeting the ocean.

At this temperature, to be still is everything.

--Mitchell Hegman

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