The hazy shades of winter persist, as predicted, because in upstate New York spring is usually slow to come and then quick to pass – all hurry! hurry! quick! quick! wait! wait! stop! stop! – and then we wonder why some of us denizens are so crazed. Give us a moment to adjust!
Normally I wouldn’t include such dour and drab photos, not without some scintillating commentary to spruce them up, but today you will have to make do with what is at hand. ‘Tis the damn season. I’ll need all the energy to gear myself up into tackling the winter mess once this snow finally departs for good.
