The photographer knew he’d have to work fast. He’d have to get everything setup and test shots taken before the sun started warming the branch. And he had to do all the work in the cold, freezing his fingers.
Once the camera cools off it has to stay in the cold, bringing it into the warm studio fogs up the lens. So he filled a thermos with lots of hot coffee, donned his parka and a scarf to cover his mouth and nose – he didn’t want to breath on the equipment or the snow-covered branch.
Once he was all set a disaster started, a breeze started blowing. First the branch moved making the focus change. But he was able to get one test shot. Then the wind really came up. Only quick reflexes save the entire setup. He grabbed the tripod and camera before they dumped into the snow bank behind him. “Maybe tomorrow morning,” he thought, “the forecast is for a light dusting of snow, and no wind.”
One more entry for Sunday Photo Fiction – December 4th 2016 writing challenge