I realized that most of my shots were coming out blurry. But it was easy to figure out why: it was friggin' 35 degrees.
I was doing alright for the most part. Mid 30s is not that bad actually, but the cold had managed to seep into my bones. Slowly but surely.
First, I went back in for a sweater, then a beanie, then I realized that what I really needed were gloves.
That fine, omnipresent mist didn't help either.