Some of the Photographers of That Particular Morning

The woman on the right had the camera. I was particularly thrilled by the artificial appearance of the majestic windmill; the soil that absorbed all sound except for the crackling of our steps in the fresh layers of snow; passing people that had left their warm winter beds to experience a completely transformed landscape; going nowhere in particular, but expecting ever more slapping perspectives. Some days you just go out. These are the days you remember.