The wind chill is eighteen degrees below zero right now. Strangely enough, a walk outdoors seemed in order. Today was uneventful in every sense of the word. I climbed out of bed, made my way to work, and lounged around after hours in my apartment. Something had to be done - anything - to escape the monotony. Call it cabin fever, call it boredom.

The snow crunched under foot as I escaped out my door. Gusts of arctic air sent freshly fallen snow whirling from rooftops and dancing under streetlights. My winter coat began to crackle as I walked, complaining in its own way.

I decided to snap a picture. There's always something of beauty worth capturing. While I'm not saying this picture of the highway is noteworthy, I am saying the search is worthwhile. You have to look closer, keep your eyes open.

Exposed to operate the camera controls, my fingers quickly became numb. The shutter clicked, my hand slipped gratefully into its glove.

My mind was cluttered with worthless thoughts as I strolled the frigid streets. Repeatedly, I thought to myself "you're not looking." So I stopped, cleared my head and looked about to find the noteworthy scene. And I snapped a picture. As is often the case, I was disappointed - both in my day and in the images I have captured.

But at least I looked.