I happened across this scene in December of 2005. The thermometer read 1° but the wind chill had pushed the needle way below that. This is not snow, and in fact it hadn't snowed for a couple of days. The icicles that clung to the fence and trees were caused by the steam emmited from a building on the other side of the street.
I was in awe of the natural beauty of the scenery and lost track of the time as I clicked away. That proved to be a dangerous mistake. I was wearing flip top mittens that folded back to free my fingers and allow me to maneuver the various settings on my camera. Unfortunately that exposed my fingertips to the extreme cold. My fingers were so painful that I was in tears by the time I finally made my way back to the warmth of the truck. To this day my fingers are extra sensitive to cold temperatures. I say they are having flashbacks but my husband hints that I suffered a minor but permanent cold weather injury. I don't regret it but I never want to be that cold ever again!