I am not a very big fan of winters in general, but even more I dislike them as a photographer. I know that many photographers thrive in winters, but not me.
It was the middle of January in Montreal, the weather was awful most of the time for any outdoor photography, and it had been at least a week since I had taken any photos. One afternoon, an hour before sunset, the sky suddenly opened with the sun blasting through the clouds and I knew it was my chance. I took my brand new toy, a Feisol tripod, and went to the park not far from my place.
While walking to the park I realized the beautiful opening in the sky was closing very fast and I might miss it altogether. I had no choice but to start running like a man possessed, scaring the people around me.
I managed to reach my favorite spot in the park just a few minutes before the dark, heavy clouds covered the sky completely for the next couple of days. I managed to take a few interesting shots and my mission was accomplished. I was exhausted, but satisfied.