"Are you ready for the storm?" one neighbor said to the other as I walked down Congress St last night. Really, here in the metropolis, what's there to ready for? It's not like we're in the rural or suburban zones. A friend told me they had to snowshoe into their place upstate; now, that's something to get ready for. Lately I've noticed people spreading those fake salts on the sidewalk before there's any snow; does this preemption do anything at all?
I was trying to capture the tiny droplets of water on my eyebrow that I noticed after coming home last night around 10. It was snowing, but the stuff wasn’t sticking yet -- it was merely orbing on my brows.
"Would you see your mind, look at the sky. Would you know your own moods, be weather-wise. He whom the weather disappoints, disappoints himself." -- H.D. Thoreau, Journal, Jan 26, 1852
I was trying to capture the tiny droplets of water on my eyebrow that I noticed after coming home last night around 10. It was snowing, but the stuff wasn’t sticking yet -- it was merely orbing on my brows.
"Would you see your mind, look at the sky. Would you know your own moods, be weather-wise. He whom the weather disappoints, disappoints himself." -- H.D. Thoreau, Journal, Jan 26, 1852
3 comments:
I wouldn't be surprised if Isis was your mama.
Great post!
I'm stealing the Thoreau quote.
GGP: The quote is free. The Journal has a pricetag, but it's worth every cent.
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