The Difference of 48 Hours

There are the nights of waiting. The nights when the last images you take near 2am are of a long awaited break-up. And then there are the nights of arriving at a frozen lake after a 50 kilometre drive, and all of our first images are of another break-up. Two nights ago was the former, last night was the latter. Both, of course, were perfect. 

Sean NormanNovember