is on the warpath.
I guess this is the moment where he shows everybody just who is in charge.
I feel a little guilty complaining about the possibility of single digit temperatures while other places are looking at negative double digits on the mercury scale.
But only a little.
Cold is cold, wherever you are.
Here in Southwest Virginia, single digit temperatures are rare. We don’t usually have to worry about getting frostbite on our fingers and noses as we walk from the house to the car.
It is a bit of an adventure, actually.
As a photographer with a healthy dose of wanderlust, this gives me a taste of winters elsewhere without actually going anywhere.
Not that I don’t want to go. I mean, experiencing a Minnesota winter or feeling the wind chill in Chicago would be quite the thrill and, ones I hope to experience first hand at some point.
Ice fishing and snow shoes are things that live and play in the back of my mind just as dreams of July in New Orleans and August in Dallas make me swoon.
Live like the locals live, see it first hand, feel the heat or the cold or the rain or the snow or the wind. That is part of what being a photographer is about, at least to me.
I want not only to see the things God created, but to feel them, immerse myself in them, find my coping mechanisms as I’m challenged by the diversity of His wonders.
It makes me who I am and I’m cool with that. Being born a Sagittarius was just a bonus.
For now, though, stay warm folks because Baby, it’s going to be cold outside.