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Sifting through centuries for moments of your own
The snow has plastered our windows like blinds. This morning it scudded so thickly down our street that the air itself couldn't have been any clearer: it made walls instead of veils of the late streetlight. The yew trees look like calcified humps of stalagmite. It's still blowing around out there, bending the whippier evergreens of the neighbors' yard like a wind sock. I can hear a commuter train whistling dimly from over Route 16. I am informed we have broken the previous state record for snowfall in a day set by the 1997 April Fool's Day Blizzard which had itself surpassed the Blizzard of '78. Our porch is drifted ankle-deep.
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Wow. I think I would derange slightly if I did not have clearly marked seasons. I feel weird enough when New England experiences a dry green winter. I understand not missing dust storms, though. It sounds nicer on the breathing.
i'll see if i can get a couple recent photos up in my gallery here & link you to them. are you on instagram? i am cazaderokat there and post mostly nature photos to my stories & little else these days.
I am not on Instagram—FB was my sole other social media—but I will happily follow links and look at photos!
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nicer on the breathing, nicer on the seeing, and nicer on the skin! spring weather can accurately be described as "sandblaster" there. goggles-weather, a friend used to call it.
i haven't lived out a full year yet here, so i can't speak to the transitional seasons with surety yet. but it boils down to the dry season and the rainy season. summer definitely exists, and it's later than in a lot of places - it was still in the 90s when we arrived here in October, and Sept/Oct is usually the hottest time of year. the rains go from roughly November-April. while it is raining, it is green; when it is not raining, it turns gold and rather crunchy underfoot, hence the Golden State. i would have to say that it has felt like spring to my senses all month. there was no fall color during meteorilogical fall; there was a fair amount in December, here and there, including our large Japanese maple tree.
okay, let's see if this works:
Fog over Cazadero Canyon - the view from my back patio & bedroom:
our lower access road, looking southwest from the house:
a spot most of the way down the lower road called Bear Flat, where another person might someday put a small house:
these were all taken within the last couple weeks.
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Your photos are astonishing.
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