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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
Winter Pool
A summer swimming pool, with sparkling water and squealing kids, holds no interest to me.
But one that’s empty, except for the ice at the deep end? Oh, yes, I’ll spend quite a long time photographing that. (The Patient Spouse will back me on this.)
Minneola, Kansas
photographed 12.12.2020
Memorial Day
It was so cold that it was hard to imagine that Memorial Day, all the way at the end of May, was even a thing that would ever happen.
Blue Hill, Nebraska
photographed 12.11.2020
still surviving on the street
My reader(s) who live in cold climates would probably not be as enchanted as I was by this angular ice that I found the other morning in a gutter. But on the other hand, that same reader might be amazed at tomorrow’s post.
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 12.5.2020
Bough, frozen
Look at me, pretending I understand color photography!
Lubbock, Texas
photographed 10.27.2020
One Day | One Image 