The snow melts soon as it hits, 34℉.
And that means soon as the sun disappears within minutes the temperature drops to freezing and traction goes with it. Especially wet overpasses with cold air flowing beneath them. It is particularly dangerous driving situation.
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Make it stop!!!!
The photo looks like Monet painting, Chip.
I was watching a Cub game today, people bundled up, and dreading returning to the midwest. Is that snobbish?
Don't know about that being a Monet shot, but I do like that architecture.
Nice picture Chip.
The internet is back btw. That was the reason for the spare posting.
Sixty Grit said...Don't know about that being a Monet shot, but I do like that architecture.
Okay how about Seraut then? Or am I being punctilious?
[Puts on black jeans, sweater, and beret. Lights unfiltered cigarette. Exhales]
The photo appeals to my Weltanschauung. I mean, it is just Kunst, plain and simple.
Chip should exhibit it and call it Frühlingschnee.
K. Seurat did great work, or so I hear. Being colorblind it all looks like "Now what number do you see?" to me.
My ol' man was from the Mississippi Delta, and he loved to take us to museums and the like. Took us to the Art Institute of Chicago in '62 and, in his best Foghorn Leghorn voice said "That's, I say, that's a nice paintin', but that ol' boy who painted it went crazy from paintin' all those dots!"
And, in keeping with our blind samurai from the other night, I offer a haiku:
Winter verweilt auf
selbst bei einer Meile hoch
Schnee fällt auf Kiefern
The Evans School
Thanks for the link - it looks even better when you can see it!
"My ol' man was from the Mississippi Delta"
So was mine. Small world.
My father lived through the flood of 1927 in Clarksdale.
He survived, Clarksdale never recovered.
Clarksdale likewise. It's like we're long lost cousins or something.
Well, there you go. Here, let me write my full name and all the names of my relatives on this - wait, that's not right!
Your Grandparents probably bought groceries from my Grandparents.
Well, that grandfather was born in 1886 and moved to Clarksdale in the early part of the 20th century - if their store was operational then, well, it might have happened. Can I get my deposit back on the Coke bottle?
Well, Grandpa's dead but even if he wasn't he probably wouldn't give you the nickle without a receipt and an argument. It runs in the family, or so I'm told.
What nice little story/coincidence, you two.
Lot's music history came of Clarksdale.
Tell, is there really a dale there as in a small valley named after Clark? In eastern Kentucky, the place might have been named Clark's Hollow.
For Bags.
Who knows about the dale. Clarksslaveplantation was a little awkward.
There I was thinking, delta, delta, that's like the Nile innit 'cept right side up and a picture of that fan formed in my mind how the line goes giggly giggle like a really nasty varicose vein and bends and piddles out there past New Orleans. Hey!
I read about this place in Louisiana history when we moved there. Hey! I been there! A couple times. This place, the delta is in Louisiana and lower Mississippi and Mississippi towers way above Louisiana and I mean way above like double the height. And that's where Clarksdale is, halfway up the border that's double Louisiana, bordering the right half of Arkansas lording all over the top of Louisiana.
I saw this character on t.v. called the Cajun Cook. He said that he has a friend who lives up North. And he says North he means waaaaaaaaaaa breathe aaaaaaaay up there North. So far North you can't even believe it, like aliens up there, completely different from Cajun land, way up North near Shreveport.
And Clarksdale is twice that far north from the Cajun Mississippi delta we were taught about as kids. My dad trained for technical stuff at Biloxi Mississippi and we visited him twice and stayed there a few weeks for fun. That was traveling East for hours and hours and hours. But fun because my mum was an adventurous babe.
And she and my dad couldn't stand missing out of all their hot sex. Shut up. I didn't say that. You heard something else. That wasn't me.
Outrageous photo. My first thought was pointilism.
My first thought was pointilism.
Que Seraut, Seraut.
"way up North near Shreveport."
Impressive grasp of Louisiana for a short timer.
Starry knight.
Mississippi gets a bad rap. My in-laws would winter in Biloxi. We visited and loved the area. Now, I know mentioning going to Biloxi ain't snobbish. Went to the Mardi Gras in nearby Pass Christian. Good time.
OK, so I can't spell a famous French artist's name. So shoot me.
I, too, expected the Delta to be where the river enters the Gulf. Boy howdy, ain't no way close! They kept tellin' me - you goin' to th' Delta, and having extensively studied Egyptian history in 4th grade, I figured that Ol' Man River was just like the Nile.
Wrongo, buddy - the Delta is different over here.
Plenty of music history there, for sure, dude. Been to Itta Bena. Heck, been to all those wide spots in the road, and several of the cross roads. Been to the Tallahatchie bridge. Saw that soil which is so rich it will grow anything. It seeps down in your blood after a while.
I am grateful for the time I spent there.
And, there is a holler up in Kentucky that has my family's last name - my paternal great-grandfather was a surveyor up there, so there you go. But the Delta is so flat that my father said he had to move away to see his first hill.
It is seriously flat. Flat like the land south of Lake Okeechobee, flat like Central Valley flat. Flat.
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