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February 14, 2014

AFTER STORM STROLL

... just under a foot of snow piled up last night and this morning ... as the sky became what is this time of the year considered clear i went for a little around-the-block stroll ...

... first stop was the co-op market, where i found a nice bagel and some bread rolls for supper, and chatted with melissa ... seems she and i share different opinions as to the role bleached white flour played in the building of our great nation ... all in great fun, she knows i'd no more want wonder bread for my sandwiches than i'd desire a bowl of cooked white paste glue for breakfast ...


... she was preparing goodies for a surprise "jack and jill" wedding shower ... my, how the world has changed ... yummy good food, which, if you're interested, the co-op will cater for you ...

... another reason to stop in at the co-op is to visit the vegetables, there's always something really neat looking in one of the bins ... these're turnips ... or sweet potatoes ... hmmmmm ... parsnips ... ??? ... anyhow, they looked cool ...


... i left the co-op and did a bit of "arctic explorer trekking" down the unplowed sidewalks on the south side of maine street, then slogged my way along the icy mess along the rail of the memorial bridge ...


... the snow was banked along the road, so i had to dodge cars all the way to the two-penny bridge ... a remnant of fall had drifted down to punctuate the drifts ...


... and another was already absorbing a bit of warmth from the air and beginning to melt its way towards its many relatives resting on the ground beneath the snow ...


... everything looked interesting in the soft light ...



... the two-penny bridge was an inviting vista ... in the middle of the span, however, where the cold, damp air was howling across the structure at 25+ miles per hour, the wind chill was low enough to be dangerous to any exposed skin ...


... after scurrying across the river i stopped in the little park to explore an interesting composition ...



... what fun, to play around with these benches ...


... finally, i paused a moment to capture a tiny bit of warmth which had successfully defeated winter's effort to bury it from sight ...