|Icicles coming off the roof of my main floor bathroom, that sticks out from the rest of the house in a really bizarre way.|
Many of us Portlanders laugh about how people freak out in the snow here. Buuuut, well, truth be told, there is sort of a good reason for it. Most people here just don't have enough experience with it... or... they... think... they... do, and end up causing bad accidents, hence the two major ones that I've heard about so far that have closed I-5 down, in two separate places.
People. Recognize. This shit deserves respect.
Add to that: all of the goddamn hills here? It makes for some interesting conditions that not everyone has an idea about, or a grasp on reality, when it comes down to it.
So? Really, it's probably for the best that everyone goes into squirrel mode; shopping like they may need to live in a bomb shelter for a month, and staying home.
Right now? I'm enjoying the view from my window, and yet, I'm also hoping to make it out later this evening for a book event that my good friend Jenn Crowell is putting on at Powell's, for her latest novel, "Etched On Me".
I was quite honored, and humbled to get to be a small part of this whole thing when she asked me to take her head shot.
And, well? Quite honestly? I was so looking forward to this, and hoping to take a few more pix of my friend as she shares in her success with all of us!
Buuuut, for now? It's snowing sideways!
Stop it, snow! Stop it!!!
|The snow, itself.|
|Drifts on my front porch.|
|Crap. Should I be shoveling the sidewalk?|
|Dry, powdery snow, blowing around on the street in front of my house.|