Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge – January 19, 2018
Going back and processing pictures that have long waited for me. Brookline in December, Cooperstown in summer.
My favorite horizon is sunrise, but sunset is pretty good too. Anywhere where the sky meets the earth is a horizon. Clear away the buildings and the trees, and there it is.
I haven’t been getting out lately, but fortunately, there always stuff going on inside. Dogs. Snow. Toys. I suppose these could just as easily be considered oddballs!
Vehicles are my absolutely best “v” word, probably because I actually have pictures of many kinds of vehicles. After that, it gets a little more confusing.
I don’t want to shock anyone, but it’s snowing. Not a blizzard. No high winds or blinding whiteout. Just a regular, old-fashioned snow, falling gently from a sky almost as white as the snow falling from it.
I had to wake Garry up at 9 this morning, which is very early.
“Where,” I asked him, “Is the car?”
“At the bottom of the drive,” he yawned.
“I think you need to move it. It’s snowing.”
“Snowing? How much?”
“More than I expected. If you don’t move it, they can’t plow.” I didn’t yet know if it would exceed the 3-inch minimum for plowability, but I didn’t want to discover it later.
Garry sighed, barely avoided an actual whine. Got up, got dressed, went out, moved the car to the top of the driveway. I gave the dogs biscuits which they seemed very intent on getting, then opened the next big box o’ biscuits because — wonder of wonders — we were out of biscuits.
I know. Tragic. But not to fear because we have extras and I’d already ordered two more boxes to be delivered at Owen’s house because we are in the “no one delivers here anymore” zone.
Agile? We are not agile. Garry clumped back down from the parked car. Slowly and carefully because we are sensitive about the whole “falling down” thing. I’m always amazed at “snow people” who seem to manage something akin to grace while wearing gigantic ski boots and long flat poles on their feet. I can barely get from the house to anywhere else in snow and I do not look agile in the process.
We’re hunkering down around here. You all have a great day. We’ll be right here, where it’s warm. Drinking coffee. Listening to books … while the snow falls.
Considering it has been snowing, blizzarding, pouring and/or freezing, this hasn’t been a great time for getting out with a camera. Other than Garry’s one trek into the blizzard for pictures (all credit to Garry for freezing in that bitter wind and actually getting some good pictures, too!), we haven’t been outside. I’ve been taking a few shots here and there inside.
The other thing I’ve been doing is poking around in my 100,000 pictures in folders. Those are a lot of pictures and many of the folders were barely touched by me at the time.
Some, quite literally, I never opened because something else came up and I didn’t remember taking the pictures. Thus this time has been a great time for exploration on my own hard drive.
Some of the pictures are oddballs, though to be fair, I’m not all that sure what an oddball is these days. Some pictures are a little bit odder than others, but there’s more than enough oddness to go around.
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