Just when you thought it was safe to plow . . . the snow begins again. Wave 2 of this winter storm, what the newscasters have brilliantly dubbed “Snow-apocalypse 2010,” is presently frosting the canals and alleyways we’ve constructed over the last few days for vehicles and emergency egress lest one of us accidentally swallow a Monopoly hotel or a bear attacks — it happens.
Thus, I am forecasting a slow week here at Murphey’s Pub and a perfect opportunity for a little photojournalism to showcase the blizzard for those readers in Brazil, which I imagine doesn’t receive much of this stuff.
Like Narnia if you ignore the extension cord
Hershey. For her winter photo-shoot.
Snow-covered evergreens. Awesome stuff. Nearly tackled Dad when he took down our Christmas tree this year.
By tomorrow, that snow-wall will be two times as high. It reminds me of that ice-carved hotel in Sweden.
By tonight St. Charles will be nothing more than a slum. And Shannon it’s slum-lord.
Ooooo . . . Ahhhh . . . .
In Aug, Dasad spent our entire road trip capturing close range camera shots, mostly with overpriced cupcakes as his muse. Here’s my attempt at the art, without the cupcakes or the overpriced camera.
And because all the other blogs seem to have them . . . Murphey’s LoLCat! She’s nearly the size of the dog. Her bed used to be a mattress.