This December, we've had three nuisance snows in a week, each requiring shoveling. Nothing major, mind you, but everyone seems to be getting the ominous impression of the winter of 1993-94. We had to endure a weather pattern that left us with day after day of snowfall, a record amount for the season. I wasn't living in my current home then, but the neighbors told me of snow so deep that they had to carry it down the street in wheelbarrows and dump in the the alley, shutting down travel until April, because there was no where else to put the crap.
There's something odd about snow, even an inch or two of it. It's always a pain the ass. That's not so when you get an inch of rainfall. Or a windy day. Or even a drought or extreme heat. Life goes on. But not snow. It lands on your doorstep and there's nothing you can do but get rid of it. You can't ignore it.
You may have surmised that I hate winter. These gentlemen, however, have managed to cope. Good for them. Enjoy.
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| Copenhagen, Denmark |
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| Scandinavian men |
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| Customs Housse in King's Lynn, England, in summer |
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| Same view, in winter |
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| Walking home from school, Chillicothe, Ohio, 1940 |
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