I came home tonight in our first midwestern snowstorm of the year and noticed this on my deck. I wonder if mother nature is telling us she's a little tired of what's going on in the world?
This post is specifically for a guy named Jim Fox. I consider him my friend, even though we've only seen each other a handful of times. I call this picture "Half frozen beneath the surface and half breathing in the sun, much like a short sleeved suit."
I've been looking at this picture for quite a while. Just sitting here looking at it. A week ago I would have laughed my ass off at the skinny kid with the free spirit. Today I'm seeing a deeper metaphorical meaning I need to warn him about. Wonder what it will look like next week? Processing, Dr. Processing.