Human beings are funny creatures. Here in the Northeast we tend to complain about the cold weather and/or the length of the winter season. Snow and ice are viewed as enemies, gray skies are depressing, and let's not forget what we say about plummeting temperatures! Icy roads scare us (or many of us) and sidewalks are seen as treacherous paths waiting to help us fall. If you listen to the catalog of bodily complaints, you know that our fingers, toes, ears, noses are all threatening to "fall off" in frigid weather. We hang on our favorite weather predictor's every word and take those words as the truth.
Often those words are accurate, and we nod our heads in agreement and discuss our sagacity in stocking up on batteries, ice-melt, perishable food, and movies (just in case we have power).
But if those words are not wholly correct, and the storm (as in the current case) is not as ferocious as we anticipated? We become incensed! We vilify the false information that took the possibility of a record-breaking storm away from us and the foolishness of closing of schools. We cite snowfalls in neighboring, more lucky towns (because they actually got the storm) with awe and a bit of envy. We turn on the abilities of the once favored weather person and snort in disdain.
How do I know all this? Because I sat with two groups this weekend and listened to the conversations about what we missed. And I, too, joined in and lamented the fact that the predictions were wrong, and therefore, I, too, do not have tales to pass on to my grandchild about the "Big One" in '13.
But I do have some photographs of the glorious scenery on Saturday. Enjoy them as you mull over and chuckle about what you said after the "storm".
Snow be-decked birdhouse.
Subject of earlier snow studies - really like this one with the shadows.
Trees and sky - so beautiful!
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