Weekend Snow, January 20

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This weekend offered the first snow storm of the season. The snow has drifted too much for accurate measurement. Some patches of our yard show blades of grass, but other parts are buried beneath drifts 12-18″ deep.

Here in Lima we don’t suffer from the sometimes massive lake effect snowstorms well known in northern Ohio, so any projected storm with rumors of snowfall in excess of 3″ tends to inspire milk-and-bread stockpiles. Actually, one of our local restaurants shared a meme online that showed a weather map in which the inches of snow in the forecast were replaced with how many loaves of bread should be purchased in advance to endure the storm. According to the map, this weekend’s storm was a three loafer.

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Fall Photo Walk, November 11

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This morning I visited the same park forest I photographed last week. The sudden cold provoked drastic changes in those eight days. Last week I walked through a forest full of yellow-leafed maples, yet this week almost all of the maple leaves were gone, fallen and blown away in a mid-week wind storm.

I suppose I shouldn’t let the weather rule my moods so easily, but I feel so unprepared for the early start of winter weather. Just a few weeks ago I hid indoors as much as possible to escape summer heat that lingered too long into fall. What does it matter if it’s blazing or frigid outside if the result (i.e. staying inside) is the same?

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Fall Photo Walk, November 3

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The peak of leaf season is upon us. We’ve had entirely too many rainy days this week. I took advantage of the sunny skies this morning and took a walk through a local park that is heavy on sugar maples. Alas, there is too much to do this weekend or else I’d devote the entire day to capturing local scenery.

Does anyone else suddenly go cold at the thought of narrating one’s life? This happens to me from time to time, and it is not a good thing when one has a personal blog. It’s not that things are so bad that I’m better off not writing about them. Actually, matters have improved greatly since earlier in the year. I’m in less pain. My daughter seems to be enjoying school. Still, I haven’t felt inclined to write about the day to day.

I do have yet another bit of medical drama, but I don’t think the matter is anything serious. I’ve had periodic migraines since I was ten years old, but I had a migraine with aura for the very first time last month. My neurologist ordered a brain MRI. My appointment for the MRI review won’t happen until later this week, but I did get a disc copy of it per the ordering doctor’s request. Of course, I had to find a way to view the images on that disc before my appointment. Now that I’ve viewed those pictures, I feel like I’ve partaken of a forbidden fruit. The physical contents of one’s head are far from beautiful, to say the least.

And now I will close with more photos from this morning’s walk:

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Fall Photo Walk, October 21

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Leaf season is far from its peak. Most of the red maples have changed color, but other varieties of trees aren’t showing much color below their canopies.

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Fall Photo Walk, October 14

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This week we’ve endured one of those Ohio hairpin turns of weather. The temperatures ranged from 87 to 36 degrees. The leaves aren’t quite ready for a massive change, but sugar maples well exposed to sun on curb lawns are well into their color changes. Some tree canopies on forest margins have already shed their leaves.

I did a fall photo walk last weekend, too, but I wasn’t pleased with a single picture. Such displeasure is an occasional hazard of photography. It’s like a bad hair day, a phrase I seldom hear nowadays, as if we as culture had conquered that problem, despite evidence to the contrary.

As for other flora, some wildflowers still linger. There are purple fall asters who didn’t yield to my lens in their disorder. Some wild sunflowers persist as well.

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Almost Fall Photo Walk, September 16

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Signs of early fall defy the persistent heat. Our neighborhood ice cream stand has closed for the year, and the canopies of trees are starting to change color.

The morning dew made the flowers of tall grasses just as beautiful as any garden specimen.

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