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When the Clouds are Right

When the clouds are right, it’s hard to go out and not get half way decent photo’s as long as you include part of the sky.

Today the clouds were right.

But the wind wasn’t.

25 mph winds with gusts up to 50. Temps in the upper 30’s with wind chills in the low 20’s. If you don’t know what that’s like here in northern Illinois, it could best be described as unpleasant.

I knew this when I headed out the door and decided to drive the back roads in the lower Fox Valley, but I saw it as an opportunity to explore areas I haven’t been to in years and mentally mark them for further exploration at a later date.

Preferably when conditions might be better described as pleasant.

Controlling the car in the many open areas became a challenge. Wind gusts would hit the car and staying between the lines wasn’t easy. Luckily few drive these roads so traffic wasn’t an issue.

Pretty much all of the shots below are out the window shots. Of course a few times I had to get out of the car to get a better angle on something and I quickly realized what a mistake that was. Even at 200 pounds I’m no match for wind gusts of 50. Standing out in the open and trying to hold steady was next to impossible as I got pummeled. Even in the car it was difficult to hold the camera steady. A car parked on the edge of an open field and getting buffeted by high winds tends to rock back and forth, a lot.

In some of the shots, that’s not rain, it’s snow.

And not snow flakes, but snow pellets.

And by the time they were near the ground they were going nearly horizontal at anywhere between 25 and 50 mph.

And if you were stupid enough to be standing outside the car trying to get a better angle for a shot when one of these blew through and they hit what little exposed skin you had, it stung like a sonovabitch.

View from the Porch – Smoking in the Garage and Wondering Whether to Write Anything Down

Don’t even try talking to me before I’ve sucked down a couple of cups of coffee. Coffee must be sucked down while I’m out on the front porch, with a cheap cigar.
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It’s noon, I’ve been up since 6:30 AM and I still haven’t bothered writing anything down. I’ve been trying to get in the habit of jotting something down every morning and putting it up by 8 or 9 AM. I hear practice makes perfect, even in writing. I’d settle for error free.

I never was sure how long my interest in doing this would last, but since I’m currently sitting around waiting for work and have nothing else to do, I thought I’d keep plugging along.

Mornings like this make it that much more difficult.

Luckily I have an attached two car garage I can go hang out in when things turn miserable. Over night the temperatures dropped nearly 40 degrees and the winds are howling, literally. Last night the wind was rattling the bedroom window, a first, and it’s nice to be able to go hang out in the garage for that morning coffee and smoke free of the chilling blast.

I’ve been out to the garage a few times in the last five hours or so and, nothing, there’s nothing out there. No goose noises coming from the river, no eagles, no song birds, no crows. One lone squirrel came running up to me for his morning share of peanuts and that’s been it. So what to say… I stepped out this morning and all was gray. It was cold. It was windy and not a single living thing could be seen any where…

Okay, done.

I have absolutely no confidence in anything I write. I started writing almost on a whim. When I was painting and drawing years ago I was including short sentences in both, but then one day when I was 32, I quit painting and drawing. Up to that point doing both was constant, then overnight I stopped. Except for the occasional funny quick drawing for my daughters, never did either again.

When I started fishing and exploring on a regular basis, didn’t start that till I turned 40, within a couple of years I started writing down what I was doing while out fishing and exploring. Not sure how that started. I have never taken a writing class and never showed any real interest in writing up till then. But I pretty much haven’t stopped since.

I have no clue who’s been reading this stuff, no clue if they like it, no clue if they get anything out of it. It’s just something I do. Much like I used to do the paintings and drawings. Put a bunch of stuff down on canvas and paper, hang it on the wall and there you go. I treat writing the same way.

So… I stepped out this morning and all was gray. It was cold. It was windy and not a single living thing could be seen any where…

Sounds like as good an excuse as any to go take a nap.