Sunday, December 12, 2010
Well the Weather Outside Is Frightful
It snowed and snowed and snowed while Honey read the New York Times front to back. I made a fresh batch of Minestroni soup,put in some spinning time and ran from window to window snapping out screens and taking photographs of the big one that made headlines.
I will continue doing that today looking for a winter scene for my series. I thought I would even take a stroll out and really get into it. But it looks like the sun may come out. In Michigan, a gray sky is winter. Gray "black" and white is the palette.
(I think I made a mistake with this seasonal series. I should be using the same reference photo for all the renditions. The pain of retrospect. the pain of being an old up-start. Maybe next time--or maybe never?
Here are a few more shots from yesterday and this morning:
The gray photo above of barren tree forms is poetic, melancholy and beautiful. I was trying to capture the wind. It works as a photograph.
Naturally I adore the closely cropped black and white one of intertwining tree branches below--it's so me.
But the one that reflects the lights and the oven/frig run in my kitchen in the glass is a very timely photo-of-the-day: it snowed, I cooked.
And the gray sky cleared up,as I thought it would. But today is still a snow day. All of Honey's crews, except the painters, couldn't shovel out their trucks or reported that "the roads are too slippery." Honey will spend his day rescheduling and mumbling under his breath--at the office. Nothing holds back his SUV. Whereas a snowflake holds back my sedan--all the more reason to trade in for the SRX I looked at the other day...
Honey just walked in the door. I'm shocked. He explained, "I thought I'd better come home." It took him over an hour to get up the road ten minutes to the post office. It would take him another hour and a half to get over to the office ten minutes from the post office. "And every time I used the brakes, the non skid brakes took over. Driving was a lot of work." --And so I should get to work.
Another snow day, another day in the kitchen. Today Chili--cause it's just seven degrees and cold outside. And laundry--though nobody seems to be going anywhere.