And if you think it’s easy manipulating a camera in thick gloves, mindful of the lens and gusts of snow, think again.
There will be those who will argue it’s pretty out there, on Bascom Hill, in a post-card-New-England sort of way.
Sure, I’ll grant that. But walking home is tough. I shout out a greeting to a colleague – trying to keep myself covered! He answers – it wont help.
At least I left my bike at home today. And so I did not look like him, zigzagging across the road with a ta-hell-with-it attitude and a pile of snow on his shoulders.
Instead, I stopped at my local flower shop for a pick-me-up. On the second coldest day of the year, you have to look at what’s ahead – a season of these, at the market, soon. No, not next week or even next month, but soon.
