Or maybe we're just nuts.
That's me, on the left, photographed by Jonathan as we wait for a neighbor, who's been out riding a bicycle, to open the back door to the studio building. The drift was up above my knees, and the wind was howling. I think it was saying, "What the f*%# are you people doing here???"
A few more shots of the ride to choir rehearsal this morning at 9:00 am. Somebody remind me why I came back from Mexico?
Ugh... sorry you had to come back to this. Looks really miserable.
Posted by: maria | March 30, 2014 at 02:13 PM
Oh, I just don't think I could it. . . . I'm sure you people all have better characters and other compensations, but I don't think I could!
Posted by: Frances/Materfamilias | March 30, 2014 at 02:37 PM
Wow - stay warm!
Posted by: Nic Sebastian | March 30, 2014 at 02:49 PM
Did you come back to vote or to take a few more snow photos before it all disappears? 59 years ago I said YES in Germany and look where I ended up.
Posted by: Ellena | March 30, 2014 at 03:04 PM
Brrrrrrrrrrrr! When's the next flight back to Mexico?
Posted by: Natalie | March 30, 2014 at 09:03 PM
It's simply beautiful! Your photos have a real sense of place or maybe it's just my imagination is working today cause they give me a feeling of the rawness of the cold sharp air and an idea of how gorgeous it can be where you live. Of course, I've only dealt with such weather on a few days basis at a time and cannot really imagine what it would be like to live in such weather for any length of time.
Posted by: Rubye Jack | March 31, 2014 at 01:01 AM
Oh that is grim!
Posted by: Tom | March 31, 2014 at 02:48 AM
It's subtle but it's still propaganda. Look here Vladimir (ie, Putin), you're saying, you wanna a snowball fight on the Steppes? The North Americans can sock it to you and what's more they play hardball. Embedding their missiles with fragments of roof tile.
All that stuff about gently sweating South Of The Border was pure deception. Here's more of your message: If there are people living above the XXth parallel (I've forgotten the numbers) who are prepared to cycle to choir practice under such conditions, just imagine what they might do if the chips were down.
Bad taste, I know. On another day and in another state of mind, I might have asked a gentle question about Fra Angelico or modes and the Gregorian chant. But here I am, stinking up the place, giving my marginal knowledge of American slang a work-out. You should have me banned pro bono publico.
Welcome back.
Posted by: Roderick Robinson | March 31, 2014 at 03:00 AM
Yes,you are made of sturdy stuff!
Posted by: hattie | March 31, 2014 at 01:03 PM
A bike? Come on!
It finally warmed up here today--I'm sure hoping it's coming your way soon--
Posted by: Mary | April 01, 2014 at 12:40 AM