January in Ghent. 7pm and already -5 centigrade.
Anyone with common sense is inside, at home or in a warm bar.
Me, with none, am outside, fiddling with tripods, lense caps and cameras, hands and face freezing, absorbed in the beauty of the Old Town and the absolute stillness of the night.
By 11:30pm it’s dropped to ten below. Tired and chilled to the bone I pack up and head for home.
You have to suffer for your art!
The next night I slip on ice and smash a lens.