Well, the Winter has begun … we had our first real snow of any consequence, and all the little old ladies that live in my building were doing their usual act of how it's so awful, how terribly cold it was … etc., etc. I expect they have reason to complain … they have enough trouble getting around when the weather is more moderate. And it is said that old people feel the cold more … I have found the Norwegian saying to be of some help: "There's no such thing as bad weather; there's only bad clothes." Aside from a bit of nipping at the fingers, I haven't had any trouble. And I love the cold, the snow … partly because I don't get overheated so often. I have a very poor heat-regulator in my body, and I'm nearly always too hot. When I had my house and would spend hours outside snowplowing and shoveling, I'd frequently just wear a light jacket over my underwear. My wife would look out the front window to see me roll in the snow, just trying to cool off.
Anyway, this snow was an invitation to me … out I went, with my little camera under my vest (I notice you have to keep didgies much warmer than conventional cameras, or else they "ding" at you when you turn them on, complaining about empty batteries. Wussy damn things.) And I didn't get a lot; the snow was driving pretty hard and kept plastering over my lens, and the storm wasn't that visually interesting, but I got some:
A tree that managed to retain some colour.
I liked this one especially well … it gives a good impression of what it was like.