cold cold death

I was a junior in high school when my grandfather died; the day of his funeral was bitterly cold, with a hard wind from the north. Of course, since it was in the 1970s and I was an idiot, I wore a very short dress that day, and it took me quite a few days to thaw out. It served me right.

The weather here reminded me of that day. But at least this time, I was more suitably attired.

Blue Hill, Nebraska
photographed 12.11.2020

Posted on January 8, 2021, in Photography and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. It looks a bit bleak….

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