Lately, newspaper mentions cheap airfare,
I’ve got to fly to Saint Somewhere,
I’m close to bodily harm.
– Jimmy Buffett, Boat Drinks
It’s been in the single digits for the past few days, with windchills well below zero. We’re all essentially stuck inside, or scurrying from home to car (which hopefully starts) to work, and back again. What little sanity I’m able to retain by this point in winter is largely gone.
And it’s too cold to go out and make photos. I know, some of you do it – some of you trek off to Norway or Iceland and work in the snow to make amazing photos. Well, not me.
For reference, at 2100 last night, it was 4 degrees here; it was 37 degrees in Juneau, Alaska. So when it gets as warm as Alaska, I’ll venture out.
Until then, I’m dreaming of beaches and palm trees. To be fair, the photos in this post are from New Jersey: there are no palm trees in New Jersey, and the term beach is used as a geographic descriptor only. But what the hell, it’s the best I have.