Over the weekend, I photographed a track regional at Hillsdale College. It was chilly and windy out and the temperature was only supposed to be in the low 60s, so I wore a heavier jacket.
During the course of the day, it was mostly sunny with a few clouds. It never felt like it warmed up at all. When the sun went behind the clouds, it felt like the temperature dropped 10 degrees. If it wasn't windy, it wouldn't been that bad. Still too cool for my liking.
I was standing near the finish line waiting for slower heats of the 400 meter dash to finish and another photographer, who was wasn't wearing a jacket, says to me, "Aren't you burning up in that jacket?" I said no. In fact I was cold. Why was this guy so concerned about me wearing a jacket? He must have not looked around at all. Most of the people at the meet were wearing long sleeves or jackets. If I did get warm, I would have taken the jacket off. But I wasn't, so just leave me alone.
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