That ugly name the meteorologists have coined ‘The Polar Vortex’ has returned to our land. The temperatures, while not as cold as in some places like the northeast, have been bone chillingly cold. Cold as in waking up to 4 degrees with the wind whipping resulting in wind chills of -10. Going out, if you are brave enough (some would call it silly enough), meant layers upon layers, boots, puffer coats, gloves, scarves and something to protect your face because that cold and wind felt like little icicles jabbing you in the face. I’ve yet to find a pair of gloves that keep my hands warm all the way to the tips of my fingers.
This photo was taken in a nearby park last month when the world looked the same as it does today but we were at a balmy 30 degrees. A semi-frozen creek is framed by the only green things growing around here now, pine trees. The rivers around here have little ice flows slowly floating in them and while I think it would make a great shoot… I miss the southwest very much now!