Its getting very cold now. The temptation to not go out and instead sit in front of a lovely roaring fire is great. That and a hot cup of tea is becoming quite irresistible. I have what I call my cracket (its not a proper one, just a little table that was found years ago) that I put in front of the fire and I sit on. And then I plonk my feet on the hearth so they can get warm first. The house I live in is 100 years old and I often wonder if the previous occupants used to do the same, sit there and watch the flames dance about.
And you don’t have to go out to practice your photography. A kitchen table, a tripod, a couple of different backgrounds, and you’re ready to create. Of course you can’t beat being out amongst Nature’s wonderful creations but sometimes, just sometimes, even though the heart is willing, the body is saying no, please let me stay in the warmth, just this once.