I drive past this spot many times in a week and glance at the far shoreline. Today it looked so inviting and, rarely, I was alone and in no hurry to be anywhere. What a luxury to just pull over, haul out the camera I'd luckily packed, and spend some time looking. The light before snow can be very dramatic, but you can't really tell in this tight shot why that would be.
On the drive home I reflected on how difficult this shot would have been if I were still shooting film. At ASA [yes, that's how I still say it] at ASA 400, wide open, something like 1/60th would have been required at best, and the image quality of 400 speed 35mm film was nowhere near what we see here.
Hand-holding a 400mm lens would have been out of the question image stabilization or not, had it even been available. Hauling out the Gitzo Reporter inherited from my dear departed mate Chris Warman would have been a requirement. Not that there's anything wrong with that...but I might not have packed it for my trip to the dump is all.
Just another example of how my quote in the local paper when I closed my color lab was so far off...."they'll pry my Hasselblad out of my cold dead fingers" my butt. [edit: it was actually more like "I'll keep shooting film until they stop making it.", but you get the dramatic intent.]