Saturday morning, my friend Jim Nash and I braved the sub-freezing winds to visit Mt. Tabor at sunrise. Cold does not begin to describe our experience.
We'd braved similar cold the Saturday before, but the clouds and falling snow ensured that there was no dawn to see. This time, we only had to deal with the cold. The result was a series of shots showing the 19th century cemetery's head stones highlighted by the brightening skies. These two were my favorites.
Will they go into my annual book of favorite images? Probably not. In this case, it was the experience that is memorable, not the images.