So it was a relatively warm day, the third day into the new year. 22°F. Still cold, yes, but not bitter cold; walking outside wasn’t painful. I still had the idea to put on gloves, since yesterday, due to the low humidity with the cold; a few fissures have formed on the back of some of my fingers. (Some spots of blood.)
It seems the warmth contributed to how I slept for maybe 9 hours. (Not that my memory or thinking is sharp.)
It had been around zero Fahrenheit for days, and it shows.
The icicles in this photo would be longer if we weren’t breaking them. I spent some time removing ice and snow from tree branches hanging low due to frozen water weight; one branch around back was up to around head level after I was done with it. The small porch tree also has its share of ice, as you can (partly) see above.
A larger tree along the path had already lost enough ice and snow thru melting to be well over our heads. The weather (and our own actions, moving branches out of the way) left a lot of small debris.
Tuesday was still a cold, droopy Winter mess scene.
Icicles had been forming all over the place; Wednesday, I found that some have dropped.
All this warmth, of course, isn’t going to last. There is a winter storm approaching. Meteorologists call what has been forming a “Bomb Cyclone.” Much of the world is hot, while north America is cold. There’s snow in Florida. A frozen switch (or the confusion of one) in Savannah led to a train derailment. This storm weather comes almost exactly 20 years after the 1998 ice storm that left millions without power for days upon days and cost billions of dollars in damage.
So… soon people in the northeast (including me) are going to be seeing more of this stuff and then some.
And less of the sun…
…and the moon. And no, I didn’t bother to take a photo of the January 1 supermoon; it was way too @%!#ing cold for that.
We’ll see, about the storm, how bad it will be for us.
Wish us luck! 🙂
Well, that’s it for now. I have more December photos to share, but it’s now 3 in the morning, and I would like to get something up before the power potentially goes out.
It was the greatest Christmas present Maine could offer: a snowstorm. (It would also be noted that ‘great’ can mean ‘greatly bad.’ …And also we weren’t the only state to be hit with snow; Pennsylvania just got 53″ over two days.)
But I’ll start with the more peaceful aspects of the past few days.
When you live around trees, you’re bound to see the transitions of their leaves, their fruit, etc. But even if you regularly engage in photography, you still may miss the best moments to capture the colors. Windows of opportunity can be short; I was lucky to capture some reds last year.
This year, the reds hit brown by the time I got there. (Of course, it’s November now.)
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets. —Paul Clifford, Edward Bulwer-Lytton.
(And, oh, were the winds intense, Sunday! I was afraid it was going to leak again.)
As you can see by the title, this isn’t part III of Winds of Change (which, unbeknownst to me, was a title of a song). That’s because the power has been restored. (Yay! I can finally write a complete post on the PC. In theory. And take a shower.) It came back on just before noon, making the time “off” about 2 days and 11 hours.
Now, this wasn’t ice storm of 1998 bad, which knocked us out for five days (worse for others) and tested our versatility in different ways. (Winter in Maine.) Being into electronics at the time, I wired batteries to lights taped to the wall, and even powered a CFL (via inverter). The lack of heat was the bigger problem. This decade’s problem: we have batteries in the living room we need to recycle.
Half of the season is already over. (In the U.S., anyway.) And I checked, mathematically: the midpoint was August 7… at around 2 in the morning.
The yellowing is more apparent now in the second half.
To update you on things, I’m still having trouble sleeping. But I’ve had good days. Seven hours total this morning.
No squirrels in the ceiling so far, thank god. Maybe they finally “got it” that it’s not worth it. This one—above—barked at me; later, two barked at each other. And, on my daily walk, I hear little chipmunks hiding from me… into the cracks of the side of the house. Continue reading Midsummer vegetation→
The difference five months makes. This is the trail that runs next to the house.
Last time on this blog, the area was covered in snow; now, it’s green with vegetation. Or, as one commenter put it: lush. This Monday, I was a bit annoyed with the stagnation in the house— being unable to deal with the squirrel that’s in our roof, for one; I stormed out.
I soon returned to grab the iPhone to take some pictures of the trail for the day.
So I managed to attend Saturday group. It seemed more welcoming this time around, and I responded to questions from across the room, though few. I know it doesn’t sound like much of an accomplishment to speak up, but it was better than not responding at all, which happened in a past month… probably last year.
God, so much time has passed so fast.
Time becomes a blur when you avoid the difficulties of the day. But I know time isn’t lost; the memories can become compartmentalized, harder to access when less involved or interconnected.
During break, virtually everyone left the room. Some walked outside; I did just that. It was an opportunity to get better, newer photos of the park area. Continue reading Ratfish→