Saturday, December 11, 2010
We love taking photographs of sunsets on the beach, but what about the ones in our own back yards? We hardly notice those. They come and go without a glance.
Yesterday I did glance up and take note. The setting sun looked sad. It was a hazy spot of light in a dark, gray, bleak sky--telltale perhaps of the snow storm supposedly coming our way that was revving up the local weathermen to a frenzied pitch. The meteorologists just go crazy around here when there's a storm system in the area. It's their time to take center stage and shine. But what they really do is scare the hell out of me and everyone else with their sensationalized predictions of snow piled high, slippery roads, poor visibility and black ice. "Watch out for the black ice", they warn--the ice you couldn't possibly notice because you can't see it. I hate these guys. they turn me off. I turn them off. I'd rather follow the hints of the melancholy sunset telling me to bring those boots up, put some logs in the fireplace, tomorrow will be a snow day.
AND SO IT IS
THERE'S SNOW TO THE BACK OF US.
THERE'S SNOW TO THE FRONT OF US.
THERE'S SNOW ON ROOFTOPS THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HAIR.
This is the first real snowfall of the winter. It's beautiful--and looks like really good packing.