I’m getting another taste of winter. About 20-degrees this morning here in Laramie, bitter winds and tea-weak motel coffee. Last night, en route from Denver, we encountered a wicked ice storm, featuring dense fog and 50mph wind-gusts. I crawled past jack-knifed trucks at about 20mph while trying to find the divider line. A night like that is enough to erase all this trip’s boredom.
Well at least the sun is shining.
The move back to CA has been delayed a few days, allowing me to soak up some more strange weather. First it was the snow storm at the end of March. Then, on Saturday, Charlottesville was struck by a hail storm. No golf balls, but you still had to duck and cover.
Had to wait till the storm ended before shooting since I didn’t have my Rainsleeve handy. (Doh.) It looked like a tornado was forming in the distance, but then the sun broke through and it turned out to be just another cold, wintry afternoon.
I just won the lottery. (April Fools.)
Is it spring yet? Must be,
As you’re reading this I’m on the road, driving across the good old USA to sunny (I hope) California. Winter in Charlottesville, Virginia was a hellish reminder of why I abandoned the East Coast for Left.
We had snow on March 27th—a final kick in the butt goodbye.
First stop, San Rafael to pick up stuff in storage, then it’s north through wine country to Hidden Valley Lake and Zoom Street’s new home near the water…
Speaking of ZS, don’t miss the Third Annual April Nudes special issue—featuring galleries of new photographs by Diana Scheunemann and Jeffrey Robb.
Now that’s what I call Spring Break.