Today, I attended my first Polar Bear Dip. As a spectator/photographer/disbeliever. There was a time when I was younger that I wanted to partake in the Polar Bear Dip, but as I've grown older and wiser, I've realized what a crazy thing that is to want. (Or maybe it's just because I'm a super big pussy who hates the cold. Probably that one.)
My friend and colleague Bob picked me up and we drove out to Oakville to catch the event, as the Hamilton event is indefinitely cancelled, because Hamiltonians are wimps, something to do with the liability insurance being to expensive, or some other lame reason.
I was in awes of the people out there running into a giant freezing lake. Crews had to shovel snow off the beach and edge of the water to make a path for the participants, which meant that instead of going in three large, as they apparently usually do, they went in a series of smaller, more manageable, safer-sized groups, which allowed me to get a wider variety of shots and change lenses a couple of times.
Below is a collection of images I captured during the event.