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It was sixty-four degrees in Scranton yesterday.  It was sixty-three degrees today, and it’s raining outside now.  The odds of a white Christmas are looking pretty slim, and while I don’t mind avoiding snow – and moving it, driving in it, shoveling it – I do like the idea of a classical white Christmas.  The kind I remember from my childhood in the Great Frozen North.

I looked back through some older winter photos and revisited favorites, falling in love with them all over again.  Like this morning, at Fords Pond at sunrise.  It was cold, with a bald sky, but it was worth standing at the end of the pier, my breath hanging in the air, to capture first light.

I should do this sort of thing more often.  Once we get some snow, I should go back.

Brent Pennington is a freelance photographer and the driving force behind The Roving Photographer. When he\’s not working with portraiture or promotional clients, he’s usually in the field, hiking, or kayaking in pursuit of nature and wildlife shots.

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