They said that we were going to have snow. Yep. That’s what they said. We may still see some, but the national weather maps have snow as a possibility in northern Louisiana. Not down here in the swamp.
The temperature is cold for us. We had a high of 40 degrees. We had cold rain. We had miserable dogs. They don’t like going out in rain. They really hated cold rain.
For me, a guy who dislikes summer’s heat and likes cold weather, this is a dream.
However spring flowers are already blooming. The Japonica tree has quarter-size buds on it. Sheesh. It’s mid-January. And, barely that.
Maybe that’s a sign. A sign of things to come. On the other hand, I’m about ready to toast 2022.
2021 already seems to be saying to 2020, “Hold my beer.” Maybe things will get better. I do worry about the next nine days.
Maybe I’m worrying for nothing.
I hope so.
This is what I saw before the cold rain came pouring down.
I normally don’t make a cloud picture without some kind of anchor — a tree, a building, the ubiquitous telephone poles — but theses were just to powerful to ignore.
You know the next step. And, the step after that.
This image took almost no work in post because I exposed for that highlight — the bit of sky that is bright white and blown out.
I usually do that by accident.
Stay safe. Stay strong. Stay mighty. Wear your mask. Wash your hands. Keep your distance. Look after each other. Enjoy the cold weather.
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