It's Blipping Madness

Why do we do it?
It's late, it's dark, the temperature is well below freezing and all contact with fingers is long gone.
It's lonely and yet as sure as swallows head south every autumn, blippers will head out looking for their best shot.

It's not really snowing here, I just felt the need for a photoshop button-pressing-fest to try and make it look as cold as it really was!