9F and heading south for the next 48 hours, on top of all time record snow totals for the month of January. I'm sure there are some nice pics out there, but I'll be damned if I'm going out there to get them.
Here in Jacksonville, Fla, it is 75 F. On Wednesday, the predicted high will be 42 F with ice pellets. Go figure!
Yeah. That kind of thing is why I'm still stuck in the iceberg of the nation with the furnace and two space heaters running just to keep the place at 62 degrees, because I didn't feel like a cross country camping trip during this wicked cold blast. But I'm grateful for 62, since its going to be at least 90 degrees colder outside tonight. I think a new window of opportunity opens later this week, and I hope to slip through it so I can report "Sunny and 70".
What's worse than going to roast a tray of chicken legs for the next week's lunches, and discovering that they're more than a little bit off-smelling and have to be thrown out?
Discovering it when there's 6 1/2 days of 40+ degrees C temperatures until the garbage man comes back.
Aside from the hard physical labor ad dirtier lifestyle of operating exclusively off a wood stove in winter, is a bright side to it also. All garbage goes in the hot coals, slap the door shut, and it all goes up the pipe without a trace.
<*sigh*> Meanwhile, in the deep south of Australia...
42 degrees celsius with a scorching hot N-NW wind preceding a cool change coming in at 8.00pm. 25 degrees tomorrow before it works its way back up to 40-something on the weekend!
'Tis not the weather for photography: bland blue skies, not a cloud anywhere, bikinis, boobs and bums. Went down to the beach earlier but almost drowned looking at the churning water from the wild nor'wester. Even the birds are walking today.
“The photographer must determine how he wants the finished print to look before he exposes the negative.
Before releasing the shutter, he must seek 'the flame of recognition,' a sense that the picture would reveal
the greater mystery of things...more clearly than the eyes see." ~Edward Weston, 1922.