I don't mind the cold.

For some, they give up right away. They'll shiver before they're even chilled, exclaim "its too cold" to anyone or no one. Its too late, the fear has soaked into them.

I recognize the cold, and deny the outburst, the heightened emotional response of fear or pain. It slides around me like a rock in a stream, curling vortices teasing at my jacket.

An hour, or three, my fingers start to go numb. Then I flex and concede, going in to warm up -- soon to be outside again.

Great photos, the raw nature of the light and the idle swings packs a visual punch. I expect no less from you.