The worse the weather gets, the more a photojournalist has to be out in it. This season has been no exception to that rule. There have been days where I was wearing so many layers, it made it difficult to move. There have been days where my pen froze while I was trying to take notes. There have been days that my lens hood was better at collecting snow than blocking light flares. Really.
Lens hood aka snow shovel. pic.twitter.com/snbGjYfJ41
— Max Gersh (@pd_cameraman) February 17, 2014
Relief may finally be on the way. It seems that we’re finally ever so slightly stepping out of the deep freeze pattern that has been pummeling us with bitter cold and steady snow all season.
Other than working in the challenging elements, photojournalists might struggle to find a fresh way to tell the same old story over and over again. It’s cold. It’s snowing.
Snowy owl photos aside, here are a handful of frames that show how I attempted to capture this winter season.
Everything seemed fine with the first light snowfall in November.
But extreme cold began to set in. The lakes froze which was good for the ice fishermen.
Part of my job is to find people out in the elements when the weather gets bad. That meant walking out on the frozen lake (above) or waiting for a jogger to run into a snowy scene.
And that’s when the bottom dropped out. Cold like I’ve never experienced before. We had temperatures around 20 below zero and wind chills approaching 50 below. Nobody was outside. Well, nobody but me and the letter carriers with the USPS.
Big toys were brought out to clear out the big snow.
It was so cold, I saw an atmospheric phenomenon that I didn’t even know existed.
Motorists had all sorts of trouble remembering how to drive on the slick stuff.
The record-breaking cold and snowfall that many locales were having made it difficult for cities and municipalities to stay fully stocked with road salt.
More snowfall meant more clearing of the snow.
The super cold temperatures gave people enough confidence to walk down the middle of the frozen Rock River for miles.
More snow clearing.
And more folks playing in the fluffy stuff.
This time, the snow started falling so hard, I could hardly see. I thought my glasses were fogging up because my visibility was so poor. The trees disappeared. The parking lot disappeared.
With temperatures finally clipping into the 40s this weekend, I’m eager that the roads will clear up and I’ll be able to get back out on my bike. Hopefully I’ll be able to dress a little lighter than late last year.
Getting dressed for tonight’s ride. pic.twitter.com/jM4PIYcrYB
— Max Gersh (@pd_cameraman) November 28, 2013