Steam lifted from the thermos carrying the welcome smell of coffee intermingling with the sparks of a freshly lit fire. The cold was unquestionable but as the sun draped itself across the foggy hills weaving between the giant stalks of grey trees and stretching over the dirt and gravel the chill didn't feel as bitter.

Today I felt the pressure of time so I took myself a little beyond my usual 5 minute timer (by a couple'o seconds - gimme me a break!). My “canister” was a thermos. I was hoping to capture a beautiful horizon. The kind you see when you've camped overnight and you step from a dew-capped tent intent on going to the chilly loo and getting a nice warm beverage to sit with in that morning chill. There is so much bliss in the calm of an early morning. 

I think I could give this another go and capture it differently. Challenge accepted.