You never know what to expect for winter here in South Texas. One year it snows...
and the next year it's pleasantly warm to the point where wearing shorts and spending the day at the empty beach is, surreal.
Winter is one of the few reasons I stay in this part of the world. Some of the imagery during this time of year is quite breathtaking, at least I think so.
Even the gloomy cloudy skies have their appeal, add a ray of sunshine and your left with nothing but quiet awe, and inspiration, and sense of gratefulness for simply being there.
One of my long since passed friends would simply say ....
Breathe....
Soak it in and just breathe...
Yep, I'm thinking if I ever leave the New England area, it will be because of the weather. We're having the same up and downs this winter, but our lows have been sub-zero, followed by bouts of 40/50 degree weather just long enough to melt stuff so everything can freeze again... * sigh *
Gorgeous shots, Steven! I especially love the seagulls in the second to last photo - that's something you should print & frame!
Thank you. Lately I've been having itchy feet thinking I need to get out of this town but then I find a bit of tranquility and a moment of reprive. I would like to be around trees though but you can keep that sub-zero stuff all to yourself. As is I'm eagerly awaiting spring to spring and maybe then I'll make a decision to stay or go. My little voice keeps telling me though it's time to move on and get ready for retirement while I can still move around and do stuff without to much pain or growing fatigued
Early last month, we got the word that it's time to look for a new place to live (thanks to a failed septic system) after six years of renting here. Other than my childhood home (where I lived for about 22 years), this has been the longest we've stayed in one place. It's going to be a huge PITA, but my itchy feet are happy to see where this new road takes us. Chances are we'll stay in this immediate area, but as hubby is getting closer to retirement age (although our bank account is FAR from it), I'm hearing a similar voice for the same reasons...
Ditto the bank account looking like a septic system....
You know I once attended a 3 hrs lecture on shit. Yes. Kaka, poo, crap, that smelly stuff that comes out our ass. I remember it well if not for the novelty if nothing else. The entirety of the thing was full of quotes posing the question of "isn't it amazing" the number of references to the goo from below and how much us silly humans refer to what comes from our butt. It's endless. ...there's good shit, bad shit, big shit, little shit, shit posting, stupid shit, dumb shit... Insane we humans assign human qualites to our poo. How could that shit be real or even have an intelligence being labeled smart or dumb, why is it we humans are so facinated with it. Three hours of shit talk and a good deal of those hours was some funny shit.... In the end - life < = > shit.