Cold on the Kollenberg.
But the good kind of cold.
The kind that wakes you up properly.
I forgot my gloves, and my fingers were screaming “give us a break” the whole time.
Lesson learned… again.
Still worth it though.
I stayed longer than I planned. Grabbed a few images while my hands slowly went numb.
It’s different up there this time of year.
Quiet.
No rush.
No noise.
Just fresh air, clear head…
I’ll take cold fingers over a noisy day any time.