The lights on the Tridge illuminate the fresh snow on February 10th before dawn. The light is so bright, it burns out the highlights in this image, but it’s so energy efficient you can lay your hands right on top of them and cannot warm them. Too bad. There are times like this morning when I detest the environmental movement. Nothing chases me back to the warmth of my car than numb fingers that can no longer detect the shutter button. Damn.