The sun had set. I was getting my gear together to pack it in for the night and return home. The cold chilled me to the bone as the temperature dropped quickly. I had bent over to pack my gear and I glanced sideways toward the Merced River. The low angle and faint light caught my eye on the reflections as the Merced River began to slow to ice. I pulled out my camera, repositioned myself and found in the viewfinder the vision I had caught before. In that moment, I found myself warm with accomplishment. I found my shot.