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| AN ARCTIC LANDSCAPE |
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| INTO THE TEETH OF THE STORM ON THE DUNE |
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| FOG AND BLOWING SNOW ON THE BACK DUNE |
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| MEMORY OF A LONG AGO STORM |
Tuesday, 8:45 AM. 24 degrees, wind WNW, light but picking up. The sky is mostly blue with a few high white clouds. I had 3"-4” of new snow to shovel. The barometer is way up and it will be a gorgeous winter day.
Yesterday’s weather was nasty. Not quite a blizzard, and not really cold, but windy, with icy, granular, blowing snow, the kind that stings your eyes and gets down the back of your upturned collar. Driving and walking were a bit hazardous, more so because things didn’t seem as bad as they actually were. Nonetheless, Buddy and I went to the beach, where the weather was really vile and the landscape pretty arctic, but not without an icy beauty.
And that’s the best one can say about storms and bad weather; there is an aesthetic element present that can’t be found on better days. I am always grateful when walking into the teeth of a storm that I can still do it and enjoy it, and am ever grateful for a fire in the fireplace and a warming drink in my hand afterwards. Life does have its simple rewards!
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