A Photo Essay on Cold
I took a few pictures in my (my parents') yard this afternoon. I was debating whether to continue my two-three part special, but decided I would bring you this instead. Tomorrow I fly back to Richmond where I will try to get back in the habit of blogging more frequently. I am happy to be on vacation until Tuesday. Joaquin's (Edgar's nephew) baptism is Saturday so I have to get ready for that. We still have to make plans for New Year's Eve too. Until then, here is A Photo Essay on Cold. I admit, my title may be slightly hyperbolic, as it was in the high 30s and actually quite refreshing and not very cold at all for Central New York, but now that it is night, it does feel pretty crisp. Let's face it, the South has thinned my blood and I am not the strong Yankee that I used to be.
See, even the tree is cold.