The year has started to settle.
It's good to be cold. It's good to be uncomfortable, to feel the pain of cracked skin and chapped lips. It's good to feel the tears well in your eyes from the sheer force of nature's chill. And it sucks all the same.
It's an odd sensation to be anticipating the winter and the freezing weather that will accompany it, but after three straight years in cities that don't have real winters, there's an almost nostalgic - dare I say, romantic - aura around the idea of a snowstorm.
It snowed in Seattle last night, and some of today. And this is apparently a rare bird for the folks up here, so the city almost completely shut down. Being from the Midwest, the three inch blizzard that we had here amuses me. But, whatever, do what you got to do. The roommate and I … Continue reading Seattle Snow Day
I don't know if this speaks to the ghetto-ness of my neighborhood, or the ingenuity. But I'm impressed.
Some photos I took today in the freezing cold. (Seriously, it said it was suppose to be 41° today, but that wind was a bitch). I met a man taking photos with a mu-u-u-uch nicer camera than me, and he got quite a few photos of a couple of beautiful migrating swans. You can see … Continue reading Winter In Chicago