Time for the weather report. It's cold out folks. Bonecrushing cold. The kind of cold which will wrench the spirit out of a young man, or forge it into steel.
Diane Frolov and Andrew Schneider, Northern Exposure, Lost and Found, 1992
Although we are back in sunny Arizona from our trip "up nort der" in "Illy-noise" and "Minny-soe-tah", I thought I'd share with you what cold looks like. Or - what cold means to me. I believe all photos were taken from the passenger seat of the vehicle so if they're a little blurry - so be it. Or if they have a funny shade of blue - it's the tinted windows. I wasn't about to roll the window down to take the shot and freeze the ass off my husband and son, although it was tempting.
You know it's cold when you can't even see out of your side mirror because it's frosted over!
Doesn't this look inviting? Did you ever have a picnic in the WINTER? This was taken at a rest stop area on the way to MN.
These are rabbit tracks in my daughter's driveway. I believe they are both coming and going. Either that or they have freakazoid rabbits in her town.
Oh give me a home, where the buffalo roam......
Nothing but open, snow-filled fields and barren trees.
This is the St. Croix River that we cross over at the border of Wisconsin and Minnesota. It is frozen over.
What spells winter and cold more than a snowmobile on the back of a pickup truck whose license plate is "68 SNOW"?
This farmer looks like he's growing snow. He can stop now - we have plenty to go around.
NEEDS NO EXPLANATION!
This is the Wisconsin River. You can see that it is only partially frozen.
I have to say, the snow and barren trees sure makes pretty pictures.
I hope you enjoyed this trip through Winter Wonderland. I have lots of photos to share with you from our trip. Just have to arm wrestle my husband for computer time, since our lap top bit the dust and we're down to one computer. But, here's a little bit of trivia for you - I have 12" biceps and used to beat a LOT of people in arm wrestling. Now I lost strength in my hands, damn it! But, back in the day, whoa! In fact, in 6th grade I beat every body in arm wrestling, both boys AND girls, except Jack Indurante. Geez, I don't know if that's something to really brag about, but I'm just saying.....Maybe that's why my breasts are so big. Is that a direct correlation? I wonder.......